#also at least one person on the last one wanted the dress and it (sorta) does exist | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

powpowpunchout · 1 year

Text

Dinner Night

Octave stared at himself in the reflection of an old store’s tinted window. He looked bad.

He fiddled with the collar of his white dress shirt, he buttoned and unbuttoned his coal-gray suit multiple times, he flattened out the wrinkles on his black pants the best he could, but he still looked bad.

He took a step closer towards the window. It was already hard enough to see himself because of the tint–and the fact it was evening certainly didn’t help–so he could only get a good look at himself when the large, bright blue sign of the neighboring Jazz club flickered. And whenever that sign did provide enough light for Overload, he didn’t like what he saw.

His outfit looked ridiculous. He wasn’t sure why it looked off tonight. He’s worn this plenty of times before and it looked just fine. He pulled on his shirt’s collar again, the dang thing looked like it was choking him, but no matter what little adjustments Octave made, it didn’t change the fact that he looked bad.

Octave stared at his reflection for a moment longer. He took another step closer, his nose an inch away from the glass. Maybe it was his face. Maybe that’s what looked bad.

Octave grabbed his chin and cocked his head at an angle. He soaked in every little disgusting detail on him. The bags under his eyes, the strands of hair in front of his face, the bruises from last week’s fight, his messy stubble, his nose…

‘Bet’cha could smell t’ings miles away with that nose o’yers.’ Aran’s voice rang through his head, among his hundreds of other nose jokes that all bled together. Octave scowled.

He stepped away from the window and kept walking backwards until he felt his back hit a lamppost.

He stood there and stared at the old store in front of him. At it’s slightly torn sign and worn down walls, much like every other building on the block.

The muffled sounds of saxophones and drums could be heard through the walls of the jazz club, followed by cheers and applause.

Its blue sign was still flickering.

It was starting to get on his nerves.

‘Why do ya even care bout how ya look?’ Octave asked himself, ‘Ya know what sorta people care about their looks? Th’ones with nothin’ better to do with their lives. Th’freaks with no personality.’

Octave shoved his hands into his pockets and grumbled.

Maybe he should walk back home and take another shower. Maybe that’ll make him feel better.

Sure, the walk would take 20 minutes, but at least that’d be a good use of his time rather than waiting for Great Tiger to meet him here. Tiger was running late.

‘Tiger ditched ya.’

He should’ve realized that ten minutes past their meeting time.

He should’ve just asked Tiger for the street name the bar was on and meet Tiger there, rather than standing outside like an idiot.

He didn’t even ask for the bar’s name. Moron. Why did–

“Ah, Overload!” He heard Tiger’s voice from… Somewhere.

Octave’s eyes darted around the empty streets, and then he looked up.

Floating gracefully down from the night sky with a smile on his face was Great Tiger, “Aren’t you dressed wonderfully tonight.”

“Tiger,” Octave straightened himself. He scanned Tiger up and down. He had some sorta vibrant-orange shawl that was wrapped around his neck and covered the right side of his chest, completely hiding his right arm. One end of the shawl dangled in front of him, stopping just above his knees. It also had some sorta yellow and purple swirly pattern running along its edges that reminded Octave of flowers. The rest of Tiger’s outfit that wasn't covered–his orange-yellow tunic and his dark magenta pants–were just as vibrant as his shawl. “Talk bout tacky.”

Tiger shot his brows up and put his hand on his chest, but before he could say anything, Octave spoke again.

“I’m just jokin’ round. Just didn’t expect ya to wear somethin’ so colorful.”

“Oh, yes.” Tiger spun around, the end of his shawl trailing behind him, “I was so indecisive tonight. I had no idea what I wanted to wear, so I had several of my clones try on different outfits to see which one I liked most so I could–”

“Is that why ya late?”

Tiger froze. His cheeks grew hot, “No, no, I–that only took a few minutes. You see…” He stroked his beard, “I haven’t been to this part of the city in ages, so I got–perhaps–a little… Lost.”

“Why didn’tcha teleport then? Didn’t feel like puttin’ in the effort or somethin’?” Octave folded his arms.

“I can’t teleport to a place I’ve never been to before, Overload.” Tiger snapped, but his expression softened, “But I did keep you waiting for a while, didn’t I?”

Tiger slowly landed on his feet, the bottoms of his hickory-colored, closed sandals touching the ground with a quiet ‘tap’. He brought his eyes to Overload’s, “And for that, I apologize.”

Octave’s grip on his arms tightened.

He… Wasn’t sure how to respond to that, honestly. He wasn’t even expecting an apology. A strange, uncomfortable sensation flashed through him for just a moment, one that burned the back of his throat.

“Yeah, well,” Octave swallowed as he shoved his hands back into his pockets, “glad ya didn’t get killed or somethin’.”

“Oh, were you worried about me while you were waiting?” Tiger put his hand over his mouth. Despite his concerned tone, Octave could see the playful grin he was trying to hide.

Octave rolled his eyes, “Ya just–Hey, ain’t we gonna be late? Which way do we gotta go for th’bar?”

“Ah, right!” Tiger perked up and hovered right off the ground, “It isn’t too far from here!” He said, waving his hand for Overload to follow, “We might be a few minutes late–but Flamenco’s always the last one to arrive, so we’ll be fine. I’m sure Hondo and Bear won’t mind a little bit of a wait…”

~ ~ ~ ~

“...So halfway through th’call, my phone started actin’ up and I could barely hear Joe on th’other side…” Bear Hugger said while leaning against the outside wall of the bar. Despite how cold the worn down bricks were–and despite the fact Bear was wearing a coral colored short sleeve shirt tonight–Bear didn’t seem to mind the chill.

Hondo nodded along as he stood on the cracked sidewalk that was being basked by the warm, amber lights coming through the bar's arched windows. His eyes scanned the city streets and the night sky as Bear rambled on. It wasn’t particularly busy in this area–even for a weekend night–which should make spotting Don Flamenco and Great Tiger all the easier.

“...And that got me worried cus I’ve had this phone for years ‘n didn’t wanna go through the hassle of gettin’ a new one, so I hurried back home to see if things would get better. Part of me was hopin’ it was a service problem…” Bear fidgeted with the copper acorn pin clipped onto his rosewood-pink, buttoned-up vest with one hand, while keeping a tight clutch on his tote bag with the other.

There weren’t too many cars passing by, and the only people taking up the sidewalk–besides Hondo–were small groups of friends. Most were alongside the street to the far left of where Bear and Hondo stood, lounging around in front of closed stores as they chatted away and filled the night’s air with their distant laughter.

“...But th’moment I got inside, my phone just went ‘n shut down! So I was freakin’ out even more–” Bear shot his arms out and accidentally smacked one of the bar’s windows, getting a few odd looks from the staff. He gave a sheepish smile and an apologetic wave before he quickly checked the contents inside the bag. Once he made sure everything was okay, he rearranged the light-blue tissue paper that was poking outside of the bag and continued, “... But uh, then I realized th’battery died.”

The only other sounds that took over the evening was the faint music coming through the bar’s cracked open black door, and the ocean across the street.

Most stores that were close to the beach were usually bustling with business, but not at this part of the city; not by this part of the beach. Unlike the other beaches that Hondo’s been to, this one was much smaller, its waters were absolutely frigid, and instead of soft sand, the shores were covered with small, jagged rocks, making it quite unpopular.

“...I looked around th’place and couldn’t find my dang cable anywhere, so I stepped outside to think ‘n retrace my steps, and guess what I saw in one of ‘em birdhouses I set up?” Bear asked, adjusting the wine-colored beanie on his head before shoving his band aid-covered hand into the pocket of his pants, which was the same color as his hat and shoes.

“Hm?” Hondo said as he kept his eyes on the streets, tugging at the sleeves of his burgundy-red dress shirt.

“My dang chargin’ cable! One of ‘em critters must’ve nabbed it ‘n used it as a part of their nest! I felt mighty bad bout takin’ it from ‘em, but I gotta keep in touch with my friends somehow…”

Hondo turned and looked down the far right side of the street for any signs of Don or Tiger, but saw nothing. He pressed his lips together and dug the bottoms of his derby, black shoes into the pavement.

“...Anyways, after that whole mess, I finally got my phone up ‘n runnin’ and got to talk to Joe again!”

Hondo didn’t even know why he bothered looking in that direction. The only notable thing on that side of the street was a long, white, cement wall with ocean waves, colorful fish, and seashells painted on it. It was used to divide the city block from a nearby neighborhood, and it was rather tall. There weren’t any entrances either, so there was no way Don could come from over there, and Tiger usually teleports to their get-togethers.

“...He was tellin’ me bout how he ‘n Sandman made some bread together, which I thought was real great–we should do that some time soon, ya know?”

“We should.” Hondo nodded. He wrapped his thumbs around the belt loops of his dark brown pants as worry picked at him more and more.

“Yeah! Well, anyway, Joe goes on to tell me that Sandman hardly had enough ingredients for th’bread, but they were still real determined to make it…”

The more seconds that ticked by, the more tense Hondo became. He tried to lean next to his friend in an attempt to relax, but it wasn’t working.

“...They had bout 2 eggs to work with, not enough butter–so they didn’t use any–no yeast either. It sounded like that bread was gonna turn out horrible, heck, Joe even said when they took it outta the oven, it looked like a mound o’ death…”

Don Flamenco is always late to their dinners. Hondo expects that. But Tiger? That man is hardly ever behind. Tiger should’ve teleported to the bar just minutes after he and Bear had arrived. Where was he?

“...But apparently it tasted great! Ain’t that something?”

“Yes–wait.” Hondo snapped out of his worries and whipped his head over to Bear, “They… Didn’t use yeast?”

“Yup.”

“How–” Hondo stopped and thought to himself for a moment, “How do you make bread without yeast?”

“Well,” Bear put his hands on his hips, “there’s plenty’a recipe books out there, ‘n all sorts of bread, so I’m sure th’two were able to find some sorta recipe that didn’t need it.”

“Yes, but yeast is… The most recognizable component when it comes to making bread. It’s arguably the most important one.”

“Recognizable?” Bear cocked his head to the side, “I’d argue th’dang loaf itself is the most recognizable part bout bread.”

“Yes, but that loaf couldn’t have been made without the yeast. There–”

“Again, there’s a whole bunch’a recipes that probably don’t need yeast.” Bear lowered his brows.

“But most breads do need yeast. If you go to the store and–”

Bear cut him off again, “I don’t go to a store, buy some bread, eat a slice and then go: ‘Dang, wonder if this thing’s got yeast in it.’ Cause I’m focused on th’actual food, not th’ingredients. Th’bread ain’t gonna become not-bread th’moment I find out it doesn’t have yeast.”

“Oh my–” Hondo buried his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe he and Bear were having a genuine discussion over bread of all things, “I am simply stating that when you consume the bread, you are also consuming the yeast that was used to make the bread. Making bread without yeast is like…” He gestured with his hands for a moment, “Like making banana bread without bananas.”

“Banana bread’s also a type of bread that don’t need yeast.”

“That was not the point of my example–”

“Good evening, gentlemen!” A familiar rang through.

The two men spun around to see Don Flamenco standing before them, one hand on his hip and his head raised ever so slightly. Despite this being a casual get-together, Don’s attire was anything but. His dashing, rose-red, Spanish-styled short suit had golden flower petals embroidered into its top and bottom corners. The low v-neck and edges of his suit–along with his sleeve cuffs–were also the same shade of gold, and the shoulder pads he wore were… Well, they certainly got an eyebrow raise out of Hondo.

They weren’t bad, they were just… Extravagant. They were thick, golden-yellow, had a white rim around them, and in the smack center of them was a giant, red rose pattern. Dangling from the edges of the pads were some sort of shiny-looking threads that danced around with every little movement Don made.

“Don! Glad ya made it!” Bear beamed as he went over and gave Don a hug.

“Of course! Did you ever doubt me for a second?” Don asked with a smirk. As soon as Bear set him down, Don adjusted the collar of the white dress shirt he wore underneath before patting down his light red pants.

Hondo rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to tell Don they lied to him and gave him an earlier meeting time just so he didn’t arrive late. It wasn’t worth the headache.

“Nah, course not.” Bear swatted at the air, “Gotta say, that’s a mighty snazzy outfit ya got on.”

Don’s smile only grew wider, “Ah, thank you, my friend. And your attire is quite nice as well.” He slicked his hair back. The sleeves of his suit had thin, yellow lines that ran across them.

“Awh, shoot.” A little bit of pink spread across Bear’s cheeks.

As the two chatted, Hondo couldn’t help but study Don’s outfit. His dress shirt and pants looked on the thinner side, his suit didn’t even reach his waist; the only thing that did look like it’d keep Don warm tonight were his long, white socks. Hopefully Don won’t complain about being cold like he always does.

Hondo tugged at the ends of his white headband, tightening it before he spoke up, “Don, did you happen to see Tiger on your way here?”

“Tiger? He isn’t here already?” Don’s head darted around, and when he saw no traces of the man, he put his hand to his chest, “It seems I am not the last one for once.” He said with a hint of pride in his voice before looking at Hondo, “I bet you feel ridiculous after all that nagging you’ve given me these past few days, hm?”

Hondo’s mouth curled to a frown, “I am focused on Tiger, not your poor time management skills. Tiger is hardly ever late, what if something happened to him?”

Bear stepped between them, “Hasn’t he been busy with helpin’ Bull prep for his next fight? Maybe he lost track of time and is headin’ over right now.”

“Bald Bull has another fight? So soon?” Don said.

Bear nodded, “Right? Poor guy can’t catch a break.”

“I suppose if the man can handle it…” Don folded his arms and started to tap his foot. His black oxford shoes were so polished, so clean, that Bear swore he could see his reflection in them.

Bear’s eyes flickered back over to Hondo, who was staring at the street again, a concerned expression on his face.

Bear put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “He’ll be comin’ soon–I mean, this is Tiger we’re talkin’ bout. I bet th’moment we sit down, that man’s gonna poof outta thin air right in front of us!”

Hondo pressed his lips together. He glanced at the bar’s door then back to the city streets.

“Yes, but perhaps… We should wait a little longer?”

“I don’t mind th’sound of that.” Bear smiled.

“I do.” Don piped up. The two men looked over to see Don with his arms tightly wrapped around himself, bouncing up and down, “It is freezing out here! I don’t know how you two can stand it.”

“The evenings here are always cold, especially when we are this close to the ocean. I don’t know why you chose to wear something so thin when you know this.” Hondo said.

Don snarled his teeth, “The same reason you’re dressed in that business-looking attire. It looks nice! I love my outfit! I don’t care what the weather is like, if I freeze to death, then at least my corpse will be finely dressed!” Don bounced faster, “We can wait for Tiger inside, surely.”

Bear glanced back and forth between the two, unsure of what to say next. Hondo let out a sigh.

“Fine. We will wait inside.”

“Perfect!” Don’s face lit up. He made his way right up the cobblestone steps and propped the bar’s door open. He motioned an ‘After you’ towards the other boxers.

The men slipped inside–Bear gave a quick thanks to Don–before they were greeted by a waiter.

The waiter guided them across the restaurant, the wooden planks below creaked under their weight and mixed with the faint conversations of the other customers. Hondo took in a deep breath, welcoming in the subtle scent of roasted garlic and olive oil while his cheeks slowly warmed up.

Okay, he’ll admit it.

He’s sort of glad they went inside.

He didn’t realize how cold he was until now.

But no way was he going to tell Don that; he’d probably act smug for the rest of the evening.

When they finally reached the other end of the bar, their waiter waved a hand towards the large, warm-beige, round booth pressed against the left wall before setting down a couple of utensils and laminated menus. Bear Hugger happily sat in the middle of the seat and placed his bag underneath the table. Hondo sat to the left of Bear, and Don scanned for any crumbs and stains on the table-top before he sat to the right of Bear, propping his head up with his hands and smiling.

“Could I start you guys off with anything to drink?” The waiter asked as they pulled out a pen and notepad from the pocket of their black apron.

Don immediately flipped to the backside of the menu where all the expensive wines were. Hondo lowered his brows. Every time they came here. Every. Time. Don just had to choose some new, exquisite wine that cost more than all their meals combined.

Hondo was just thankful they always split the bill after these get-togethers.

As Don chatted to the waiter about their drink options, Hondo turned around to look at the door.

Still no signs of Tiger.

Perhaps he should give him a call?

“Ey Hondo,” Bear said, snapping Hondo out of his thoughts, “ya want th’ice tea as well?”

“Oh,” Hondo blinked, “yes. That’s fine.”

The waiter nodded, jotting all that down before heading off to check on one of the other tables.

Bear hummed as he picked up the menu. Hondo just kept staring at the door. Gentle music and quiet conversations swirled together and filled the air. Everything else around him, from the brick walls, to the little string lights wrapped around the cedar-wood pillars and support beams, to the other booths that aligned the walls, to the waiters that passed by, to the small groups of people scattered throughout the tables, they all blurred together. He couldn’t even take a moment to appreciate the bar’s usual, pleasant atmosphere. He just kept focusing on that door.

Hondo gripped the top of the booth. His nails dug into the thick, garnet-red cushions.

“Holy cow! Don’t that look good?” He heard Bear say.

Hondo shook his head and looked at the direction Bear was facing. It was a couple tables away, but Hondo could see another waiter serving someone a cast iron pan filled with kettle chips, a big burger, and who knows what else .

“Now there’s somethin’ I wanna try!” Bear shoved his face back into the menu, eyes quickly scanning the content, “Wish they had pictures in this darn thing, would love to know what they ordered.”

As Bear kept searching, Hondo’s eyes were drawn to the light blue tissue poking out from under the table. He tried to readjust his position. He inched himself closer to the bag so he could get a peek inside–but the bag was suddenly pushed away by Bear’s foot.

“Don’t think I didn’t see ya.” Bear smirked, “Didn’t take ya as a snooper.”

Hondo’s face got hot, “Apologies. Curiosity got the best of me.”

“S’all good. Look, th’second Tiger’s here is th’second y’all get to see what’s inside. Promise.”

Don suddenly let out a dramatic sigh and fanned himself with the menu.

“I know you two aren’t in any sort of relationship, but I desperately need your advice.”

Bear and Hondo exchange glances.

“Bout Carmen?” Bear asked.

Don nodded and showed off the dessert section of the menu, “You see, I usually get Carmen a slice of their chocolate cheesecake to go, but I’m afraid that it’s getting a little… Repetitive. Do you think I should buy her something different?”

Hondo stared at Don.

“What does being in a relationship have to do with choosing food.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Don looked away.

“Does… Being in a relationship suddenly change how food tastes?”

“Oh, it absolutely does.” Don said, putting his hand to his chest, “Before I dated Carmen, even meals from the finest of restaurants didn’t spark anything within me, but on our very first night out, she took me to a tiny restaurant where–”

Hondo sighed and opened his menu. Welp. He accidentally triggered one of Don’s monologues. At least it’ll provide some nice background noise as they waited for Tiger.

Hondo’s eyes glazed over the options. He wasn't sure if he wanted to try a new meal, or stick with his usual. Maybe he’ll steal a little from Bear’s plate depending on what he orders. Either way–

Don gasped.

Hondo and Bear quickly looked at him.

His eyes were wide. His mouth hung open.

There was a look of disgust on his face that they’ve never seen before.

“What’s th’matter?” Bear asked.

“Overload.” Don whispered.

The colors drained from Hondo’s face.

He turned around, and sure enough–entering the restaurant with Great Tiger by his side–was Octave Overload.

Don yanked Hondo back by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t make it obvious!” He hissed through his teeth.

He quickly let go of Hondo and hid his face in the menu, “Why didn’t you two tell me he was coming?!”

“I had no idea he was coming here.” Hondo whisper-shouted. The two men immediately whipped their heads over to Bear, who threw his hands up defensively.

“Don’t lookit me!”

“Did you offer that invitation to him again?!” Hondo asked.

“No! I didn’t know he was comin’ either, honest!”

Don peeked his eyes past the menu and narrowed them, “So then this is Tiger’s doing.”

The men watched Octave and Tiger from afar.

“I cannot believe him.” Don said, his hushed voice as cold as his glare, “That man should know how vile Overload is to be around, how miserable he is–how–how dreadful his mere presence is, yet he still brings him along?!”

“And he didn’t bother to tell us either.” Hondo said, “Almost as if he knew bringing Overload was a terrible idea.”

“C’mon, knock it off you two!” Bear cut in, “Yer actin’ like th’guy kicks puppies for a livin’. So he changed his mind bout wantin’ to join us for dinner, big deal! There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”

Hondo watched as a waiter guided Overload and Tiger closer to their table. He scowled, “Forgive me for not wanting to sit by the man who lashes out over the tiniest of things–the same man who claimed death was a better option than going to this dinner.”

“Let us not pretend that Overload is the only issue here.” Don growled, “After tonight’s dinner, I will be giving Tiger a piece of my mind for making such a foolish decision, for jeopardizing our night, for being absolutely–” Don immediately slammed his menu down onto the table and plastered a big, bright smile on his face, “Tiger! Good evening! We were so worried you weren’t going to make it. And ah, Overload, what a pleasant surprise!”

“It’s wonderful to see you all tonight.” Tiger smiled as he approached the other men.

“Hey.” Octave said from behind.

“We are so sorry for the wait, I got a tiny bit lost while on my way to pick up Overload and–oh, it was such a mess, but we’re here now!” Tiger said as he flew right next to Hondo, leaving just enough room for Overload. The waiter slipped two extra menus onto the table before walking away.

“Oh, it’s all fine. I had no idea Overload would be joining us tonight!” Don’s smile was starting to get unnervingly wide.

Tiger felt his face go hot, “Yes, well, I was going to tell you three about it, truly, but I had gotten so wrapped up with my magic practice and helping Bull that it… It slipped my mind.”

Bear nervously glanced over to Don’s grip on the edge of the table. He swore that man was starting to crack the wood.

Bear quickly spoke up before things took a turn for the worst, “Hey, that’s alright Tiger! We’re just happy ya could make it. Th’same goes for ya too, Octave.”

“Thank you, Bear.” Tiger said as he used his magic to bring one of the menus over to him.

“Yea, thanks.” Octave sat beside Tiger, “Ey, Eyebrows, ya collar’s crooked.”

Hondo shot Octave a bitter look and huffed as he fixed his collar.

“Eyebrows?” Tiger repeated with a chuckle, “That’s one I haven’t heard before. Do you have nicknames like that for everyone?”

“Nah, Hondo’s just got that one recognizable trait bout him, ya know?” Octave said, “I got a li’l nickname for Disco too, though.”

“Oh, do you now? I’d love to know what that is.”

“Headache.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.” Yet despite saying that, Tiger couldn’t help but laugh. And Octave couldn’t help but smirk.

Tiger leaned a bit closer to Octave and started to point around the menu, suggesting some of his favorite meals and beverages while Octave nodded along. The other men remained silent as they watched them. Bear glanced at Hondo. If looks could kill, Tiger and Octave would’ve been dead then and there.

They couldn’t stay quiet forever, especially not while staring at Tiger and Octave. It’d make the night even more awkward, but what else could they talk about? What else could they possibly pretend to care about besides Overload coming in unannounced?

Luckily, the painful awkwardness didn’t last long as their waiter stopped by to drop off a basket of bread rolls, small plates, packets of butter, and their drinks.

As soon as Hondo got his tea, he plucked the lemon wedge off the rim and gave it to Bear, who happily squeezed that and his own lemon into his drink. The waiter then placed a wine glass in front of Don and started to uncork a fancy, pink bottle with beautifully painted clouds sprinkled along its exterior, but the second the waiter tried to pour it, Don grabbed the bottle by its neck.

“Actually, could I buy the entire bottle? I’m going to need it.”

The waiter was taken aback, but they nodded and set the bottle down before they asked Tiger and Octave if they decided on anything to drink yet.

“Raspberry lemonade for me.” Tiger hummed, “And what about you, Overload?”

Octave seemed to be staring at a certain drink on the menu, but he set it down and just said, “Water.”

The waiter nodded and walked off.

Octave heard Don mutter to Bear, “Of course he chose that.”

What the heck did that even mean?

Octave scrunched his nose and opened his mouth–but Bear quickly interrupted.

“Hey! Since we’re all here now, how bout I show ya that li’l surprise I’ve been teasin’ y’all bout?” He asked as he poured a couple of sugar packets into his tea.

“Yes, please do.” Don grinned as he grabbed a bread roll and placed it on his plate.

Tiger clasped his hands together, “Oh, is it another project of yours?”

“You could say that, yeah!” Bear said as he pushed the basket of bread and his drink aside, and pulled the bag out from under the table.

“Well, you always make the most delightful things. I’m looking forward to it!” Tiger said.

Octave just rested an arm on the table as he watched Bear dig through the tissue paper.

As they all waited, Hondo felt his body begin to tense again. He wasn’t sure why–there was no reason he should be getting tense–his friend’s just showing them something he’s worked hard on. Their ‘surprise’.

Hondo glanced at Don, who locked eyes with him for just a moment. Hondo thought back to that little paper crane they had saved from Overload. He thought about how he and Don had already spoiled themselves of this surprise, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from appreciating his friend’s work.

The fact that Bear taught himself origami–a craft that takes so much trial and error, one that is so easy to ruin by one wrong crease–all to express his love to his friends, was absolutely admirable. And Hondo was more than ready to return such love.

Hondo watched as Bear pulled out–

A glass bottle.

What.

Hondo blinked.

Was he seeing things correctly–his tea wasn’t spiked was it?

Before Hondo could check to see if that was a possibility, Bear slid the bottle over to him with a smile.

Hondo stared at it.

It was a round bottle–just a bit bigger than his hand–and its shape was far from perfect. Its base was a circle, but its edges were uneven and bumpy. There was a sakura flower engraved in the center, but its lines were crooked and wobbly. And the bottle itself was ever so slightly lopsided–leaning ever so slightly to the left.

Hondo observed every little imperfection of the bottle. He slowly ran his fingers across the glass, feeling the little bumps and curves along the way before he finally curled his fingers around its stubby neck where a small, pink piece of paper had been tied around it.

All these faults and flaws… Hondo loved them. He loved how much time, effort, and heart was visible on the bottle his friend made. It was marvelous.

Hondo tilted the bottle slightly, surprised to see liquid moving inside. He lifted it up higher and pointed it towards one of the bar’s lights, delighted to see syrup inside.

He then unfolded the little piece of paper, a soft smile spreading on his face as he read the words: ‘Thanks for being such a wonderful friend, Hondo’, with a couple of flowers doodled right beside it.

The bottle was wonderful, it really was. It just… Wasn’t what Hondo expected.

Hondo brought his eyes up to see Don observing his own bottle. It was long, narrow, about the length of his face, and it had a yellow piece of paper tied to its lid. Instead of an engraved flower, Don’s bottle had a lovely rose painted on it. He held it close to his chest with a satisfied expression on his face.

Then Bear took out Tiger’s bottle and slid it over to him. It was just a bit shorter than Don’s with an orange paper tied around its neck. The base was much more rectangular, and at the top and bottom of its body had thin, wavy, horizontal grooves. But unlike Don and Hondo’s, his didn’t have any syrup in it.

“I know y’ain’t big on sweets, Tiger, so I just left it empty. Feel free to add whatever ya like in that thing!”

“Oh, it’s divine.” Tiger said as he used his magic to hover the bottle into the air and tilt it in every direction he could, taking it every little detail.

“Yes, they’re all wonderful, Bear. Thank you, dearly.” Hondo nodded.

“I don’t mean to brag, but I believe mine far surpasses ‘wonderful’. I’d argue mine is the best bottle any man could lay their eyes on.” Don said with pride, raising his bottle into the air.

Hondo rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered. Bear and Tiger just chuckled.

And then Bear glanced at Octave.

They stared at each other for just a moment before Octave looked the other way.

Bear’s cheeks went pink, “Sorry, Octave, I was plannin’ on givin’ ya yer bottle th’next time we saw each other in–”

“Don’t care. It’s fine.” Octave waved him off, not even bothering to face Bear again.

“Yeah, but I don’t wantcha feelin’ left out or somethin’. I feel mighty bad–if I had known ya were comin’--”

“It’s just some stupid syrup ‘n a bottle. I’ll live.”

It was silent. Then Hondo spoke.

“Did you… Make these yourself?”

Bear beamed, “Yea! I hadda take some workshop classes–and man, I had no idea how much work goes into this stuff! Ya think boxin’ makes ya sweat? Well, just ya wait until ya step into a furnace room–”

As Bear rambled away, Overload just sat there, looking everywhere but at the other boxers. He didn’t know what he could add to the conversation, honestly. He really only came here because of Tiger, not for the other guys. Anytime he talked to Hondo? It’d end in an argument. And anytime he talked to Don? It’d end with a million insults being thrown. So trying to deal with both of them? No thanks.

Bear Hugger wasn’t too bad to talk to, but he was loud. That guy couldn’t control his volume even if his life depended on it.

But tonight Bear wasn’t so bad. Heck, this bar wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be. It was much quieter than he expected, and it was a heck of a lot nicer than the bars he usually goes to with Aran.

There weren't that many people here, and the ones that were here weren’t all that annoying. No one scraping their utensils against their plates, no one licking their fingers–sure, there were a couple of loud talkers–but he couldn’t complain.

The look of this place wasn't half bad either.

There weren’t any tacky decorations. No stupid posters advertising no-named bands, no raunchy stickers slapped onto the wooden pillars, no bright, flashy fluorescent lights hanging around, no TVs placed in every corner of the bar–all with different channels that talked over each other–there were just the string lights and curtains.

Octave kinda wished more places had string lights, or at the very least, lights that weren’t bright enough to blind a man. He liked how gentle the glow of the lights were, he liked the orange hue they gave off, it sorta reminded him of the city during golden hour.

And the marigold curtains that separated their booth from the neighboring one? That’s perfect. Octave didn’t have to worry about peering behind him and accidentally see someone chewing with their mouths open or some other nasty crap. Not like there was anyone sitting at the booth next to them, but still. Why don’t more places have curtains like this?

Octave watched a waiter pass their table and go through a pair of double doors at the very end of the restaurant. Probably the kitchen.

Octave felt something nudge his shoulder. He looked over–surprised to see his warped reflection in Tiger’s bottle staring right back at him.

“Have you decided what you’re going to eat, Overload?” Tiger asked as he flew the bottle out of Overload’s face.

“Probably a burger or somethin’. What was that one thing ya recommended again?” Octave asked, but before Tiger could answer, he pointed to Tiger’s bottle, “Can I see that?”

Tiger thought to himself for a moment before flying it into Octave’s hand.

“Just be careful.” Tiger said as he flipped the menu back open, “And I had recommended their spicy teriyaki bowl. It’s not as greasy as their other meals here, the kick is quite nice, and it’s always–what are you doing?” Tiger tilted his head as he watched Overload peer through the bottle while holding it at an angle.

“Checkin’ out Don.” Octave said quietly, a smirk on his face, “If ya look at him through th’bottle, his nose gets bout fifty times longer.”

Octave saw the raised brow Tiger gave him.

“I’m serious, look for ya self!”

Tiger flew the bottle back over to him, keeping it at the exact angle Overload did, and looked at Don through the glass–

He suddenly let out a loud sputter and slapped his hand over his mouth. Don, Hondo, and Bear stopped talking and stared at him.

“Are you… Alright?” Hondo asked, occasionally shooting a glare at Overload, who kept that smug little smile on his face.

“Yes. Yes. I’m very fine. I’m fine. I promise. Yes.” Tiger said as he buried his face in his hands. He felt ridiculous for nearly falling into shambles over something so childish, but the image of Don’s face being 70% nose was ruining him.

As Tiger tried to piece himself together, Hondo, Bear, and Don returned to their conversation.

“Anyways, I–shoot. Shoot, what were we talkin’ bout? It’s on th’tip of my tongue.” Bear snapped his fingers.

“Your cuts.” Hondo stated.

“Right! Those.” Bear showed off the couple of bandaids still wrapped around his fingers, “Yeah, I got those when I dropped one of th’glass bottles I brought home.” Bear reached for a bread roll and sliced it open with a butterknife, “I started to freak out cause I didn’t want any of my critters runnin’ over ‘n tryna grab any broken glass, so I scrambled ‘n quickly picked ‘em up.” He then opened a little packet of spreadable butter, “Course, that led to a million li’l glass pieces stabbin’ me in th’hand.”

Hondo and Don cringed at the imagery.

“But I’m all good now! Hands are nearly healed.” Bear smiled as he spread the butter into his roll.

“Look at you, risking your wellbeing just for us.” Don said, gesturing towards Bear with his bottle, “I know if I had broken one of my handmade gifts for Carmen, I would’ve spent the rest of the week weeping away.”

“Oh, trust me. I definitely cried afterwards. Like, a lot.” Bear said before shoving half of the roll into his mouth.

“We appreciate your hard work and sacrifices, Bear. I couldn’t imagine the Major Circuit without your joy.” Tiger added, the other men nodded in agreement. Bear couldn’t help but blush.

“You know what else I would appreciate?” Don asked, tapping his foot impatiently, “A waiter coming over to take our order. There’s hardly anyone else here, the wait should not be this long.”

“It’s been, like, five minutes, Donny. A li’l bit of a wait ain’t gonna kill ya.” Octave muttered. He had his eyes locked on Don’s stupid foot. It peeked just past the edge of the table, letting Octave see the way it kept bouncing up and down. Over and over.

He grit his teeth and scooted closer to Tiger. Luckily, that was enough to get Don’s foot out of sight.

Bear swallowed and stared at Overload.

He then gently nudged Hondo.

Hondo looked over to see Bear wearing a ‘Please try and talk to Octave’ look on his face. Hondo frowned.

“So, Overload,” Hondo said, his words clearly forced, “That’s… A nice suit you’re wearing. Where did you get it?”

“Oh yeah?” Octave leaned back, “Thanks. Stole it from some guy in an alley.”

Hondo widened his eyes.

“I’m jokin’, Pisty. Jeez.”

Tiger perked up, “Actually, while we were walking over here, Overload told me about the store where he got this suit from. Oh, what was it called again?” He stroked his beard.

Octave’s eyes darted around to the other boxers, who were now all staring at him.

“Klasik’s.” He said. He could see Don tapping his fingers impatiently.

“Yes, that’s right!” Tiger smiled, “Apparently it sells a lot of fancy looking outfits for quite a fair price…”

Octave could still see Don tapping. His hands started to get sweaty.

“...They have old hats, robes, Overload even found a pair of old boxing gloves there once! And…”

He didn’t want to snap at Don. Not tonight. Not in front of Tiger. So Octave grabbed a part of his hair and used it to cover his eye, blocking Don from his view. He could still hear him, but at least he didn’t have to see him.

“...They also sell–was it furniture? Am I misremembering?” Tiger asked.

“No, yeah.” Octave’s voice came out stilted and stiff, “Yeah, they gotta couple of old phones ‘n radios. They got an old washin’ machine. Looks freaky. They don’t got it for sale, though. Just for show.”

“So it’s like a thrift store kinda?” Bear asked.

“Do you have anything else you can talk about that isn’t about a washing machine, Overload? Something actually interesting?” He heard Don sneer.

“Hey, I love me a good thrift store!” Bear smiled as he shoved the other half of his roll into his mouth, “Hondo ‘n I went to one a couple’a days ago. It’s where I got this li’l acorn pin.”

“Uh-huh.” Octave immediately clutched at his hair. That was disgusting. That was real disgusting. Bear just chewing like that–his mouth open, those wet sounds, it was so disgusting. Was no one else bothered by this?

Octave saw the judgmental look Hondo was giving him. He tried to act casual–he propped his arm up on the table while still gripping onto his hair, trying to ignore Bear’s nasty noises.

“We should go to that store together one day, Overload.” Tiger suggested.

“Yeah?” Octave swallowed. Was Don’s tapping getting louder? Or was he just losing his marbles? Was Don even tapping anymore? He didn’t want to look.

“Well, if they sell a suit as nice as that, I’m sure there’s plenty more interesting things they have in stock.”

Octave just nodded. He didn’t want to look at Bear either. He wanted to look anywhere else. But he was talking to Tiger. Tiger was staring right at him. He couldn’t just look away, then everyone will get all up in arms about how much of a jerk he is or whatever.

Tiger was still talking, but Octave wasn’t paying attention anymore. If he wasn’t focusing on Don’s obnoxious tapping, then he was fixated on Bear’s lip smacking.

No one else was commenting on the sounds they were making. Was he the only one noticing them? Was he hearing things?

Octave’s eyes kept darting from Tiger’s face to Bear’s. His heart was racing.

‘Just focus on th’conversation, ya dolt.’ He told himself. But he couldn’t.

What’s wrong with him? Was it that hard to ignore all these sounds?

Why can’t he just push through for this one night?

Why can’t he just block sounds out like everyone else?

‘Tiger’s lookin’ at ya funny.’

Octave put his focus back on Tiger. He still wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. But Tiger did look… Concerned? Weirded out?

Octave glanced over to Hondo, who was also giving him a strange look.

Octave’s grip on his hair got tighter. He started to pull on it. He was probably gonna rip a chunk off soon. He was probably gonna make himself bald like Don.

Octave forced himself to nod and mutter an ‘Uh-huh’ to whatever it was Tiger just said.

He wanted to talk to Tiger. He really did. Tonight he finally has the chance to talk to Tiger without being interrupted by Aran, without having to use his phone, and he didn’t want to let some stupid sounds ruin it for him.

He wasn’t going to let Hondo, Bear, or Don’s stupid, sour attitudes ruin it for him.

If they could just shut up, then he could actually focus on the conversation.

Tiger kept talking.

Don kept tapping.

Bear kept eating.

Hondo started to drag his fingers across the sleeves of his shirt, creating an awful, coarse sound. Like someone scraping their nails across sandpaper.

Octave dug his nails into his head.

He held his breath.

His heart kept racing.

A part of him wanted to storm out and leave.

But he wanted to stay here. For Tiger.

If Don just stopped tapping, that’d make things so much better.

If he just stopped tapping.

If he just–

Octave suddenly shot his arm out and grabbed Don’s hand, surprising everyone.

Octave whipped his head over and stared at his hand that was crushing Don’s.

He then looked up at Don, who had a look of repulsion on his face.

“Is there a problem, Overload?” Don hissed.

Octave quickly let go and wiped his hands on his pants, “No–look, you were just tappin’ ‘n–”

“Tapping?!” Don snapped, “Is that your excuse for putting your hands on me? Something so insignificant?”

“Oh, my bad, I didn’t know havin’ a reaction to somethin’ was a crime!” Octave shot back.

“Hey, c’mon guys–” Bear raised his hands, “Octave, ya don’t gotta go ‘n grab people, but Don if he don’t like the tappin–”

“No!” Don said, shooting a cold glare at Bear, “We cannot let this sort of behavior from him constantly slide! Don’t you see what Overload is doing?! He’s using such trivial reasons to insult us! To belittle us!” He lowered his voice, “I can tolerate this behavior in the ring, but outside of it? On our night together?”

“Hey it ain’t my fault most of ya schmucks can’t put in th’effort to pipe down for more than half a second!” Octave pointed at Don. Tiger opened his mouth to speak, but Don spoke up again.

“Oh, get over it. A professional boxer, yet you still throw a tantrum over a little bit of noise. How are you not embarrassed of yourself?”

“Big talk comin’ from th’guy who breaks into tears over his stupid hair flyin’ off!” Octave jabbed a finger into Don’s chest.

Hondo watched as the two men went back and forth, their voices getting louder and louder with each insult thrown.

He held his head in his hands and stared at the table, trying to block them out, praying that this bickering would end soon. But he could still see their reflections on the table’s surface. He could still hear their voices echo in his head.

Why? Why, why, why did Overload have to come here?

If he knew he hated noise–if he knew they were noisy–why did he come along?

Why is he so foul? Why couldn’t he at least pretend to be decent for just one night?

Hondo gripped at his headband as the men grew even louder.

There were so many things Hondo wished he could say to Overload. There were so many things to criticize, he didn’t even know where he’d start.

If Hondo wasn’t so patient, if he wasn’t so controlled, oh, how he’d love to get up and ask–

Don shot up from his seat and shouted, “Why did you even come here if you just wanted to ruin our night!?”

“BECAUSE–!” Octave shouted, but he shut up when he saw people staring.

He looked over to Tiger, who stared at him. Shocked and wide eyed.

Octave’s hands curled to fists as his face grew hot.

He cussed under his breath and stormed away from the booth.

“Overload–” Tiger tried to reach out to Octave, but Hondo put a hand on his shoulder. Tiger’s gem flashed before he looked over to his friend.

“It is alright, Tiger.” Hondo said as he let go, “We appreciate you trying to connect with Overload, but…”

“He isn’t worth the effort.” Don snarled as he sat back down.

Tiger stared at the other boxers. They all looked miserable in their own ways.

Bear seemed embarrassed, Hondo had a disapproving scowl on his face, and Don seemed absolutely fed up with everything that’s happened tonight. Tiger was more than certain that if he went after Overload, their moods would only worsen.

So here he stayed.

#punch out #punch out oc #punch out bear hugger #punch out piston hondo #punch out don flamenco #punch out great tiger #fic #art #HOPE U ALL ENJOY!!!#[thank u all for tha patience...]#punch out wii #punch out!!

37 notes · View notes

littlemonstert-blog · 1 year

Text

Mortal Kombat Jacqui Briggs

Bit of a rant

yea a pretty boring character.

Man I watched this video on why Jacqui Briggs is boring. Ya'know what she is.

No matter, how much you change her gameplay. No matter, how much change her character design. Jacqui character wise & story wise is boring. She's Jax mini me with arm gauntlets similar to Sonya & Jax. Couple interesting things about her is once a professional kickboxer, bit of a tech wiz / great pilot and the fiance to Takeda.

Which is honestly rare black female characters don't usually get love interests. Jacqui relationship with Takeda is cute hopefully we can see more in the next game or maybe a comic.

Hell, in the comics (Mortal combat x comics) I read a while back she's just Cassie's "Best friend" (you know how that goes) and has no story arc of her own. Unless you count her dad being overprotective, not wanting her to be a soilder and them clashing not much onscreen.

Early concept art: MKx she looks more intresting of a character ( Looks like a punk rocker wild child, mechainc fighter or maybe Special forces gone rogue). by marco nelor

hell even hairstyles look better than the damn straight back braids. Also prefer the locs in this art.

Some sorta street fighter wild child or at least station at Outworld

They are much more intresting then what she was left with.

Mkx, look at more the trickel down to Jax Jr. Got left with the most generic fits.

Mk11 concept art at least they play around with different outfits suprisingly dresses at that. (game skin version still looks a mess to me).

(first concpt: love some of the dresses & sleeker arm/leg designs)

But oh no they did it again. Glad none of these got turned into a skin (maybe the basketball one could be intresting)

if you want a character to be remember you need a good color scheme and make them pop. Need to stop going the safest route I know there in the military but there in Special Forces.

Examples Kimberly street fighter

Dolores King of Fighters- dark colors and making it pop with the accsents

Weapon Wise

Meh, gauntlets are like a boring version of Shuri from black panther movie(1 not 2). Almost got a little iron man to them, better than the one in the game(mkx) . Mkx concept art

In early looks for mkx she had intresting choices

She has a sword, tonfa sticks, amy knifes. (art 8) Other pic idk what she got like a knife on her leg, sword on her back. Don't even know if that a gun or some type a shield maybe both in her hand. Last two look like brass knuckles and metal claws.

I've seen people saying guns in fighting games when (people have magical or some other type of ablities) are boring if you stick to a regular gun. I've seen anime and games make guns intresting.

Final Fantasty 8, Final Fantasy 10, Rwby, Batman: Arkham Knight and etc. also Magical girl series if I find it. If they want to kept the Subaru Nakajima & Yang Xiao Long or maybe Bakugo.

Mk11- Added body armor and leg thrusters ( Idk that's what they called them when I looked him up) to take on the superhumans I guess. Maybe they could make her gauntlets sleeker & not bulky ( Even not a ripoff version of Jax & sonya weapons)

Honestly if they just take the time with her and change a bit of her story and flesh out her personality it could work.

Extra: Her gameplay is amazing and add to the fact they have to nerf her twice in mkx and mk11. She went from a keepaway to a rushdown.

#mk #jacqui briggs #boring #mortal kombat #mkx #mk11

11 notes · View notes

noblechaton · 2 years

Note

Well I for one would love to hear that story!

okay! um. I'm gonna try not to get too personal or w/e but I've also never really............talked about this before so uh here it goes! also sorry this is gonna be long lmao

I've sorta always known that I was........well. queer! and I mean that seriously too - I still remember feeling weird and different as far back as kindergarten in a way that lasted thru my entire school career despite obviously not really understanding any of it way back when with that sorta being how things were as I kept going thru school. like I knew I wasn't like everyone else around me but of course I didn't know like why or how or what it meant that I thought both sides of the room were cute or why I'd had feelings towards friends of the same gender and it was something I just sorta sat on for the bulk of my life up till into high school where I started learning more about LGBTQ stuff on my own time and finding it represented in places (like funny enough in Doctor Who) that helped further my curiosity and with more knowledge I sorta started understanding myself more as a result and like I think I realized I was (or at least identified most with being) bisexual* around sophomore year? and honestly it was really liberating to embrace how I'd always felt with like an understanding to it and I definitely wasn't shy about it lmao. it came up a few times actually and I was proud to tell ppl I wasn't straight and it felt really good to know that instead of just feeling it which ik might sound weird but it’s the best way I can put it and it was like I’d put an element of my life that I didn’t understand for the longest time to rest thinking that was it

that said.......................there was more to it - more to myself - that I've been sitting on and admittedly have been intentionally ignoring and denying for just as long

and I mean it's been something I've kinda been aware for as long as I can remember now with some distinct memories of believing I was "born in the wrong body" (which is a thing I remember saying to and thinking about myself a lot) as far back as kindergarten too and there were times where I aggressively denied this and a few times where I've even gotten mad at myself for thinking such a thing with the most recent instance of this being um. y'know. a few days ago. which is kinda where that anxiety stuff comes in and how like I guess I just feel bad for thinking like this despite not....looking the part or feeling ashamed for....thinking that way mostly out of my own sense of self depreciation. I’ve dealt with an immense self hatred for the majority of my life now and this sort of thing has been used to just kinda throw more fuel on that fire

but despite that I’ve also gotten better about self depreciation over the recent years too! it’s been a long work in progress but I think I’ve made a lot of strides in at least not feeling so down on myself and embracing the more positive aspects of the things I do and say and my personality and existence and all that. it’s definitely a healthier way to live actually finding things to enjoy about urself and accepting the way u are

and like another big aspect of this is that well.....no one’s ever really asked?? what my pronouns are or which gender I am and with that in mind over the last ~10 years I sorta slipped into feeling more comfortable being seen as more nonbinary since I've never felt too much like a boy or a girl for various reasons and I've kinda been fine like that for a while and I'm even still p comfortable there as is! I love ppl perceiving me as they want to perceive me and I want folks to continue doing that!

but lately it's been on my mind again and I've been thinking about it and kinda passively watching others as they talk to and about me and I've kinda gradually been realizing that as far as self designation I definitely agree more with one gender than the other and even have been sorta subtly dressing more in the style of someone of the opposite gender than the one I was born with and even sometimes refer to myself with those pronouns and like when ppl refer to me like that too it usually just like feels better to me mentally and like despite my own reservations and fears and uncertainties at this point that it’s felt hard to deny that I might actually be that way

it’s all kind of confusing and I’m very nervous about....embracing it like this not bc of the reaction or responses I might get from certain uh sects of ppl online or other ppl in general (which again has been great so far honestly) but bc I guess I’m kinda subject to that fear of like not believing my own feelings on the matter are real or valid - that I’m not actually this way even tho a lot of signs and my own beliefs tell me I am that way. y’know? but especially lately I’ve been embracing it more as a fact and feeling better mentally as a result despite my own reservations

all of this to say that I'm still sorta figuring myself out and that while I might not have had all the answers right away I’ve still be gradually piecing things together over my years and while it’s been....scary honestly to even sorta consider it’s also all sorta been getting clearer the more time I spend actually embracing those thoughts and feelings rather than shoving them away or otherwise ignoring them so. uh. I guess u could consider this me coming out in my own way

I’m trans!

and I'm proud to be who I am!

and hey hopefully in saying all of this and talking about it further if ppl wanna know more or w/e maybe I can help someone else feel more comfortable in their own identity too!

#* - I've long since identified as bisexual and pansexual mostly bc I admittedly don't really know the difference well #but bisexual is what I first understood and went by and that's why it's mentioned here

14 notes · View notes

astral--horrorshow · 2 years

Note

hi!! can i get a romantic studio ghibli matchup (like, out of all the movies u write for !!) anyway, i’m a 5’0 trans gay enby who uses they/he pronouns. i have long-ish black/red split dye hair, i’m very pale, and i have blue eyes. i’m also kinda chubby and i look very very tired almost always. i mostly dress causal & in pajamas, but when i feel like it, i just dress in an all black emo sorta outift? idk LOL

if this helps i’m an ISFP 4w5, gemini/cancer cusp. i’m a very very quiet and reserved person in public, especially around those my own age. i choose to not talk and i often just nod my head or shrug. i really only respond when need be! however, when you get to know me, i am absolutely chaotic. i love to make people laugh and will do anything to achieve that! i’m very physical and i love picking people up and play fighting with them (i love arm wrestling and thumb war LOL). i have a temper that’s hard to control in private, and i do get a little physical- but i don’t hurt anyone. i just throw around stuffed animals or pillows. in public i am more self-aware and it’s only visible through my movements, tone, and expressions that i’m angry. but i also feel guilty and very sad and i cannot be angry at someone for too long and i end up coming back to apologize (but sometimes i’m petty so if its their fault and what they did really hurt i won’t). enough about that though, abt my friends. i always try to fix their problems and give them advice and i sort out their issues and whatnot for them. im always there to listen and id consider myself a good listener, even tho sometimes i can lose hope and give up. i am mostly pessimistic and think things will go wrong abt get really nervous, but sometimes im very optimistic and cheer people on, esp my friends. i overthink a lot, bad or good things, which usually ends up in me spaced out, and i have a hard time pulling myself back into reality. i get embarrassed very easily. i stand up for what i believe in no matter what and i speak my mind for the most part. i have strong beliefs and opinions, im very skeptical of others at first, and i take a while to warm up to new people. but sometimes my anxiety overwhelms me too much. i also get scared very very easily. i also have BPD if that matters

i love love LOVE bugs, cats, knives, plushies, and rubber ducks. I collect the last three things !! they are my favorites in the world and i love going outside and collecting little bugs and ive always wanted a pet spider. i also adore dark/horror media things, and i love halloween. i love being scared and going into horror rides & ghost tours, theyre my fav ! cats r my fav animal and i want 50 of them when i get older. plushies comfort me a lot so do rubber ducks, so ig thats a bit childish, but thats okay :). i collect knives bc i think theyre cool and i like to show them off like theyre my babies (they are). i also love rollercoasters and theme parks, i luv adrenaline. i constantly have to tell ppl they wont die, even tho sometimes im scared myself. i love weezer, foo fighters, childish gambino, korn, and ghost. music is a very very big part of my personality LOL.

im not a big fan of pda but in private i LOVE PHYSICAL AFFECTION AND WORDS OF AFFIRMATION !! i love kisses and hugs and i will die without them. gift giving is my least fav method of affection, i feel too bad lol. i dont like being ignored and i get a lil jealous sometimes, so i need reassurance a lot. i prefer masculine people and someone who'd be patient w/ me.

thanks!!

Okokok-

Before i finished i know who it was-

Howl from Howls Moving Castle!

I just think you two would get along great! Also, ty so much for paying attention to my less popular fandoms! Its a very nice change of pace. Howl is one of my favorite movies and the book is one of my faves too, so im glad i got to think ab studio ghibli today!

1 note · View note

sunnyie-eve · 11 months

Text

SIX

Series: Life Lesson || Sorority Boys

Paring: (Adam/ Adina x OFC!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: language

Last | Next

"Tell me... Has your stalker bugged you?" Adam asks as him and Mia walk to their classes.

Mia looks over with a slight smile, "Sorta. Yesterday he had lunch with me but it wasn't actually that bad. Which actually scares me."

"Why does it scare you?" Adam laughs at her.

"I shouldn't be getting along with a K.O.K guy. It doesn't matter if he's shunned... He was still one of them and probably will be again when he and his friends can prove they didn't steal the money." Mia explains to him like he was stupid.

"Maybe he's just a good one." Adam makes her laugh.

"I feel like it's a trap even though he said it wasn't. I just have trust issues with guys like that because of this one guy." She sighs so Adam awkwardly pats her back.

"I'll see you around." Mia walks off quickly going to her class leaving Adam alone.

He watches her walk away slightly wanting to know more but at the same time, he was cursing at himself for starting to develop a soft spot for her.

"What's going through you're mind?" Dave walks up stopping next to him.

"Nothing." He looks away for Mia.

"Are you?" Dave looks at Mia going inside the building.

"No. No, man. I don't do that kind of shit." Adam walks away leaving Dave to shake his head at him.

During all of Mia's classes, she spaced out just wanting to go home. The little thought of her ex-boyfriend clouded her mind. During her break, she sat outside at a table playing with her smoothie.

"Mind if I sit here?" Adam asks as Mia stares at her drink.

"I don't care." She moves her straw around.

"You okay?" He asks her.

"To stop you from asking... Yes, I'm okay." She looks over at him tired.

"That's a lie."

"I was talking to a friend this morning and it made me think about my ex. Who was a piece of shit. Got with any girl he saw and so when he tried getting with me and I would say no when he decided to play a little game. Did whatever and said whatever to become this person I would say yes to. I fell for this character he created just to fuck with me. He played his act for a year then I found out from some other chick he fucked. God! Why am I telling you all this?" Mia laughs at herself.

"You need someone to rant to. Trust me, I feel like doing it." He rests his head in his hands.

"Then rant to me." She does the same as him.

He thinks it over, "Me and my two friends are still trying to figure a way to get that tape we need back. In the meantime, we are staying at this place, where really only me, doesn't want to live. We have to act completely differently to live there or we'll 100% get kicked out. We also have to dress a certain way which again mostly, me, hates it. I have to sneak around campus not to be seen by K.O.K members. My grades are shit, I'm in a bad mood 90% of the time, and I just want things to go back to normal."

Mia nods her head at his rant, "Did that feel better?" She slightly smiles.

"It did surprisingly." He tells her truthfully.

"Well, you're welcome." She goes back to messing with her drink. "Sometimes it's good to just rant to someone. Even if they don't listen because at least you get it out. But I listened so don't worry." She tells him.

"It's nice talking to you even though you hate me deep down." Adam gives her a small smile.

"What makes you think I hate you?" She asks him.

"The way you talked to me in the past."

"Hate is a strong word... More like a slight hint of dislike. But that's slightly going away talking to you." She makes him smile.

"Why is that?" He eyes her looking at him.

"You don't seem that bad... which at hate deep down." She says making them both laugh.

"I'm hurt by that." He places his hand on his heart.

"No, you're not. Oh, hi Daisy." Mia sees Dave walking by and he sees Adam as himself talking to her.

"Mia..." He walks over glaring at Adam. "Who is this?" He asks with a smile.

"Stalker Adam." Mia smiles at him and glances over to see Adam's reaction.

"I'm not a stalker."

"Whatever you say." She gets up and links her arm with Dave walking off.

"You aren't liking him right?" He asks her. "I'm just looking out for you."

"Not like that no. He's still a pig deep down. See you at home." Mia splits off from him so he goes back to find Adam.

"Leave her alone." He growls at him as he walks to go change back into Adina.

"Why? We're just talking. You have her sister so leave me alone." Adam shakes his head.

"It's not the same."

"Bull. You're trying to get her to like you as you so why can't I do the same with Mia?" They go into a closet so he could change.

"You're only doing it because you can't stand a hot girl not liking you. I'm doing it because I actually like Leah." Dave explains to Adam. "That's the difference. You're gonna end up hurting her and I know it." Dave huffs.

"You don't know shit." Adam leaves as Adina.

Before going home Dave dresses up as himself going over to where Mia works. "Isn't one of the shunned." She eyes him.

"How did you know I was one of them?"

"You're friends with Adam, right? Plus I've seen you two talk the most when you threw parties. To my knowledge none of you have money so what do you want?" She leans on the counter.

"I want you to be cautious about Adam." He lets her know.

"If you're worried about me falling for him... don't worry. I'm not stupid. I know he's only talking to me because I don't fall for his charm..." She rolls her eyes. "I've gone through crap like this before."

"Then why talk to him if you know he only wants one thing?"

"I don't know... He seems decent when we talk now." She messes with things.

"Just remember what is end goal it." Dave leaves her alone to think.

#Sorority Boys #2002 movies #adam #adina #doofer #roberta #dave #dasiy #michael rosenbaum #harland williams #barry watson #frat boys #comedy #ff #fanifiction #fanfic

0 notes

zawazawanightmares · 2 years

Text

Chito & Kazzie & Jazzie

You, Chito (Girls' Last Tour), are connected to Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ] Your partner selected the 18+ server. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): /starter

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: Disclaimer: I prefer casual in-character starts. I also just love being thrown into a random situation and having to improvise. But I can chat too! I might do it in-character, so be warned. Note that they don't have to be together; you can pick one or the other! Also, I love casual, easygoing, slice of life stuff, as well as just general feel-good roleplays. Bios: Kazzie Mono Age: 23 (or at least, it's supposed to be) Gender: Robot girl Species: Robot girl Personality: Bubbly, Cutesy, Outgoing, Excitable, Upbeat, Silly, Caring, Supportive, Dense, Very indecisive, 85 IQ Height: 4'09" Weight: Just a little, easy to pick up Appearance: Pure white synthetic skin, Black sclera with Green eyes, Green twintails with fuzzy bangs, Silky white dress with green highlights, Robotic gauntlet arms, and White heels with green trimmings Body Type: Thin, lithe, flat Likes: Robots, girls, robot girls, pizza (despite the fact that she can't eat), music, any kind of wholesome affection, praise, affectionate rubbing and caressing, general coziness and cuddliness, cutesy words & cutesy talk Dislikes: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Inventory: None --- Jazzie Mono Designated Age: 24 Gender: Robot girl Species: Robot girl Personality: Mellow, Chill, Irritable, Antsy, Slight softie Height: 5'06" Weight: 140 lbs Appearance: Pure white synthetic skin, Black sclera with Hot pink eyes, Cut eyebrows, Lavender eyelash markings, Hot pink twintails with slightly darker pink bangs partially covering one of her eyes, a Hot pink crop top exposing midriff, Black torn shorts, Black fingerless gloves, and Spiky wristcuffs Body Type: Slightly toned with visible abs and midriff Likes: Rock music, guitars, punk & goth aesthetics, fighting, wholesome affection, praise, affectionate rubbing and caressing, ab praise/rubbing/caressing Dislikes: Her sister, guys Inventory: Weaponized Ax Guitar --- They can be customized, too! Examples of customizable parts include... Body shape & type Extra limbs Size of specific body parts ...and probably more! (If you want my discord, it's Kazzie#7152, though please tell me why you added me!)

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Chito walked up to the two, a bit confused by their forms. "Hello..." She said with some caution in her voice. "May I ask you two a question?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Oh, sure!" Kazzie lit up with a smile, her sister putting a hand on her hip. "Sure, what's up?"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Have either of you seen a tall, dopey, irresponsible, inconsiderate, annoying, talkative, blonde woman around here somewhere?" She asked, eyeing the two to figure out why they appeared so different.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Dopey...tall...irresponsible..." Kazzie repeats to her self as she looks around the immediate area, leaning to the side to look. "I mean, Kaz here fills half of those out. But we haven't seen anyone matching all of that, no." Jazzie shakes her head. "--Hey!" Kazzie pouts.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Chito sighs. "That jerk...always getting lost. She's probably looking for something to bully me with after our argument."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Huhn? Who is she?" The green robot looked back to Chito and tilted her head. "Is she, like, your friend?"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "She's my...companion." She "clarified", not wanting to go into more detail concerning their relationship.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Ahhhh..." Kazzie nods. "...Hey, what's up with the outfit? Looks sorta...military-like." Jazzie asked Chito.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "It's what our grandfather left us." She explained. "It came with the supplies and the rations."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Supplies and rations?" Jazzie scratches her head, shooting a brief glance towards Kazzie. "...What happened? Did you get drafted?"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "We had to leave our home." She explained. "You ask a lot of questions. What about you? What are you two? You're not human..."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "We're robots; she's model RG4L-01, and I'm model RG4L-00." Jazzie explained, her sister nodding. "You could say we're kind of advanced!" Kazzie spoke up with a smile.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Really?" Chito raised an eyebrow. She's never seen models like this but she's not sure how they're advanced. "What can you do?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "We're capable of independent thinking and decision-making, we can take baths and showers, we have plenty of sensory receptors all over our body meaning we can feel sensations like you do, we've got solar panels so we charge in the sun, uh..." "But we can't eat!" Kazzie adds on.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "I don't want to be rude but why would someone build models like that?" She asked in confusion. "It seems like a waste of water...are you used for manual labor at all?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Uh...well, we were made to be music idols." Jazzie scratches her head. "Except I was made with too much freedom, and Kaz, while given an emotional dampener, was partially created to passively neutralize me. So...if that explains anything."

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "So...entertainment." Chito nodded. "I suppose I understand...it makes a bit of sense when I think about it."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Yeah. But me up and leaving, 'n then Kazzie being their last model...they kinda went out of business. Now we just...exist."

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Oh...so you're like us." Chito noted in a soft tone.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "...Yeah. Basically, pretty much." "Yeah! We're real people, just like you!" Kazzie smiled ear to ear.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Chito nodded. "I suppose I'll leave you two to i---" A white pair of panties hit Jazzie in the back of the head. "...Yuuri?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: The pink punk robot flinched, leaning forward and freezing up for a second, before grabbing said panties. "...The fuck?" She stared at them confusedly, the two robot gals turning their heads to look around.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Bullseye." Yuuri said with a small smile. "Hey Chito. You made new friends? Guess you took my words into considerat---" She was cut off by Chito throwing her helmet at her and clocking her with it on the head. "You're being an ass." She explained.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "That's the chick you were looking for, I'm guessing?" Jazzie snickered, standing up straight. "Jeez...who the hell throws their underwear at people?"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Me...when I'm frustrated." Yuuri stood up, none worse for the wear. "I swear, the first people we see in weeks and you're acting like a perv!" Chito accused.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Hey, hey, it's okayyy!" Kazzie stepped in, looking between them. "It's fine! We don't care; we're just glad you tow are okay, and that you found your friend!" She smiled at Chito. Jazzie idly stretches Yuuri's panties in the background.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Really?" Yuuri took Kazzie's hand and played with it, lifting it up and down like a child. "How happy are you?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: The green robot stumbled a bit as Yuuri took her hand and started messing around with it. "--Geh...um...pretty happy, I'd imagine!" She replied.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): On that note, Yuuri took Kazzie's hand and put it in her pants, making her feel her bare pussy. "Then you wouldn't mind...?" Chito watched the entire display, expression blank...too shocked to actually emote.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "H-haah...wait, what're you...?" Kazzie's cheeks turn a bright green as Yuuri stuffed her hand down her pants, grazing over her exposed pussy. "A-aah..." Kazzie softly gasped. After a pause, she begins rubbing Yuuri's pussy of her own accord, with no further encouragement required. "the hell?" Jazzie mutters, staring at this display.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "I went off because I was frustrated sexually...I was too embarrassed to tell Chito so I tried to take care of it myself..." Yuuri blushed as her pussy got wet from Kazzie's rubbing. "I'm glad we ran into you guys...it would have been really awkward if I ended up attacking Chito..." "...What the hell does that mean?!" Chito protested.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Ah...t-that's why...?" Kazzie mumbled softly, continuing to rub Yuuri's pussy underneath her pants, even as she was incredibly flustered. "Haah...well, in that case...I'm glad to help.~" Kazzie simply smiled at the blonde. Jazzie's eyes widen as she simply continues staring, her eyes blinking occasionally.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "So you don't mind...if we share "supplies"?" She asked, leaning closer to kiss Kazzie as she reached down to go under her dress, groping what she found under there.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Aah...o-of course I don't mind...~" Kazzie stood up straight and smiled at her, affectionately hugging her arms around Yuuri's waist as she pressed their lips together, deeply kissing the blonde. "Mm...~" She hummed against Yuuri's lips, blushing deeper as the girl soon felt across that bulging shape in her panties. "Hnnf..." "...Fffuck, this is kind of hot..." Jazzie mutters, her cheeks glowing a slight pink.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Yuuri began to stroke her off while coiling her tongue with the robot girl's, melting into the much-needed intimate contact she's needed for so long. "You like this?" Chito turned to Jazzie, a faint blush on her face. "That robot, Kazzie...she's your "partner"?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "mhhn...hmm...~" Kazzie adorably hummed and whined as the girl slowly stroked her length while the two passionately make out. "--P-partner? Ew, no...she's my sister, you weirdo." Jazzie folds her arms.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Yuuri broke the kiss, kneeling down in front of Kazzie to lift her dress and kiss her tip before taking it in her mouth. "Oh, my apologies. You just looked...really into what was going on between the two. I mean, do you like Yuuri that much when you just met her minutes ago?" Chito asked.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Mhaah...~" Yuuri pulls back, leaving several wet strands of saliva to connect their lips, soon stretching and breaking as Yuuri knelt in front of Kazzie, kissing her tip, slowly taking her cock. "U-uwaah...~" Kazzie adorably moans out, her jaw slacked. "W-well...it's not either of them I'm attracted to specifically, just...the situation itself, is hot." Jazzie attempts to clarify. Chito could tell from her stuttering that she was growing flustered.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Yuuri began to suck her off with enthusiasm. Despite her lack of experience, she managed to fit most of Kazzie's shaft in her mouth as she bobbed on her cock. "You think that being related to one of them would damper that somewhat...of course, I can't really judge." Chito's blush grew brighter. "I never saw Yuuri in that way but to see her like that...with another girl...it's making me feel complicated feelings that I really don't want."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Aahh~...ohhh, gosh...~" Kazzie softly moaned, holding a hand up to her mouth as she places the other on Yuuri's head, affectionately petting her as she throats Kazzie's futa shaft. "Mhaahh...~" "...Me too." Jazzie replies simply. "Except...I think I do want these feelings." Jazzie uttered, glancing to the side at Chito curiously.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Mmm..." Yuuri used the opportunity to deepthroat her, pleased with a meal that she couldn't swallow...yet, as she reached around to grab the gynoid's exposed ass. "Maybe, to keep from doing something we regret, we can help each other?" Chito locked eyes with Jazzie, waiting for her response.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "H-haa..." The green gynoid huffs, the blonde groping her exposed, cute butt while deepthroating her, pushing Kazzie closer and closer to the edge. Jazzie's blush intensifies from the notion, combined with the idea that Yuuri was doing this simply to relieve sexual stress...she nodded in agreement. "I'd like that."

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Yuuri dutifully sucked Kazzie, groping her ass while she got wetter from the act she was performing. Chito went over to Jazzie, noticeably awkward. "Do I...I know what to do but where would you like me to start?"

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Huaahh...mnnnf...h-haah!~" Kazzie cried out in a moan, tightly closing her eyes while she blows her load down Yuuri's neck, painting her throat white with her thick, gooey seed. "Uweehh...~~" She groaned lovingly, her eyes having rolled up, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Mm..." Jazzie turned to face Chito and thought for a second, grinning. She pulls her shorts down, letting her own thick futa robocock flop out into plain sight. "Why don't you lay on your back?" She asked with a toothy grin.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Yuuri pulled back, happily swallowing Kazzie's seed while licking her lips. "Your delicious...my compliments to the chef." She teased. "Already?" Chito was nervous but obeyed, lying on her back and pulling her pants and panties down, averting her embarrassed face as she showed her absolutely drenched pussy to Jazzie. "Just...warn me if you do something weird..."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Aahh...hehe.~" Kazzie giggled and smiled from Yuuri's teasing. "Something tells me this is what Kaz is about to do, anyway...so I thought we'd do it in sync.~" Jazzie kneels in front of Chito, slowly grinding against her utterly soaked pussy, teasing her even further. "Mmh, wow...fuck, you're already good to go, huh?~" Jazzie teases.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Hey...put me next to Chito." Yuuri asked, sliding off her own pants to reveal her wet pussy. "W-we just said that we were..."backed up"!" Chito blushed crimson as the robot girl started to grind against her. "Just put it in! I want to get rid of this feeling..."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Aye-aye!~" Kazzie giggles, hoisting Yuuri up into her arms, before gently laying her down on the ground beside Chito, kneeling just beside her robot sister. "Mmm...looks like you two are gonna end up getting bred today.~" With a low chuckle, Jazzie leans forward, sliding her shaft into Chito's slit. "Unnf..." "Ooohh, this is gonna be suuuuper hot...~" Kazzie giggles, prodding Yuuri's entrance with her tip, before slowly pushing inside. "Uaah...~"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): "Bred...I wonder if we can take care of the children. Maybe if we all stick together..." Yuuri wondered before moaning as the cock was slid in her. "You're all such perverts...and why did you get near me for this?!" Chito demanded of Yuuri before whimpering as Jazzie's cock entered her.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "Uhhff~...yeah, I bet if we all stick together, it'll be no issue...~" With a quiet giggle, Kazzie leans down and hugs her arms around Yuuri's body, burying her head into the blonde girl's shoulders while slowly thrusting in and out. "Hnnf...so you two can watch each other get bred, duh." Jazzie leaned down, placing her palms on the ground by Chito's sides as she suddenly begins thrusting roughly into Chito's pussy. "Haah!~ Mnnf...~"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Yuuri happily hugged her back, giving a look to Chito as she held Kazzie's head close. Poor Chito was whining like an animal in heat, getting bred by the stronger gynoid above her as she can only give a teary look to her long-time companion, feeling pleasure she didn't know she was capable of feeling.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: Kazzie quietly gasps and moves her legs up, pressing her hips deeply against Yuuri as she thrusts in and out of her pussy, Jazzie spreading Chito's legs as she goes balls-deep in the dark-haired girl, the two robot futas passionately and deeply mating pressing their respective girl. "Aahhn~..." "Hmmnnf...~" Jazzie moaned, chewing on her lip as she deeply plows Chito's cunt.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Both girls began to moan loudly, holding each others hands as they looked into each other's eyes, their pants mixing together as they felt each other's breaths. Eventually, they cut out the middleman and shared an intense kiss, twisting their tongues with each other's as felt their climaxes approaching.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: The two robot futas' mating presses grew faster, and in the case of Jazzie, much rougher as well, the two watching in awe as Chito and Yuuri share such an intense, passionate kiss with one another...then Kazzie looks up to her sister, Jazzie returning the gaze. The two stare into each others' eyes for a moment...before suddenly pressing their lips together, the two robot sisters passionately kissing as they continue hammering Chito and Yuuri's pussies, nearing their own climaxes thanks to this incestual love. "Mhhnn~..." "Mmm...~~" The two robot ssiters moan lovingly into their sloppy makeout session.~

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): The girl's pussies tightened as they came, moaning into each other's mouths as their juices leaked out onto the gynoid's cock. Whatever they were searching for before they encountered the two, they had found an entirely different type of fulfillment in this moment altogether.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: Their thrusts continue getting faster and faster, the robot sisters tensing up as they moaned hard, muffled against each others' lips as they each blow their loads inside of Chito and Yuuri, pumping rope after rope of hot, gooey fertile cum inside of their pussies. "Mmmnn!~" "Hmmnf...!~~"

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Chito and Yuuri continued kissing for a few minutes before breaking it, panting as they looked at each other. "I feel it..." Yuuri said to Chito. "Yeah, I feel it too..." Chito answered.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: The two sisters spend a little more time being intimate with one another, trading saliva between them before breaking away, the two gasping as strings of saliva connect their lips together. "Aaahaah..." "Haahh...~" They huffed, panting, coming to relax after they finished cumming. They glance down at Chito and Yuuri, smiling warmly down at them both. "What do you two feel?" Kazzie asks.

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): Chito and Yuuri responded by pulling the sisters down, kissing them both deeply while they were still inside of them. Eventually, they break the kiss to bring the two into another shared between all four of them, desperately trying to make this moment last as long as possible.

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: "--Ahhmf!" "--Mmf!~" The two moaned out, their eyes widened for just a second out of surprise...before the two settle into a deep kiss with each of their respective girls; Kazzie making out with Yuuri, and Jazzie making out with Chito. "Mhhn...~" "Hmmhn...~" They softly moan, totally entranced by the other pair, happily leaning in to the four-way kiss, the two robot girls desperately trying to share their saliva with each of the other 3.~

Chito (Girls' Last Tour): When the heartwarming, if somewhat depraved, sharing of saliva was finished, Yuuri snarked for the two of the girls, even if she was serious. "Looks like we belong to both of you now."

Kazzie & Jazzie [ Two futa robot girl sisters! | Bios/Descriptions in Starter ]: Once they finally pull back, a messy mixture of saliva from all four of them connected their tongues and lips together, Kazzie huffing. "Aahh...haahh...ohhh, I-I couldn't be happier...~" She smiled. "Me neither.~" Jazzie grinned.

Your partner left the chat

#chito #girls last tour #srp

0 notes

goldenshoyo · 3 years

Text

Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”

#dilf collab!!#daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi smut #daichi smut #dilf daichi #daddy daichi #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut

4K notes · View notes

1kook · 3 years

Text

new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for... except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon.... as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don't make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

No matter how hard you try, the letter f refuses to fit itself into Hyejoo’s phonemic understanding. She’s a growing toddler so it’s only normal that there are sounds she still can’t pronounce, words she doesn’t quite get. But her inability to say food or family or friends, which are undoubtedly the three most important things in her three year-old world right now, is definitely a setback you didn’t see coming.

Your worrywart husband has taken matters into his own hands, using the power of Google and about twelve parenting books to create an extensive, one-hour-a-day, mini lesson to try and increase her pronunciation skills. Of course, Hyejoo already attends daycare in the mornings while you and Namjoon are off at work, and gets sufficient learning done there. So she can’t exactly sit through Joon’s lectures, no matter how pretty he tries to decorate her flashcards. She’s still tiny— she’s still your baby, and you want her to enjoy the last of her daycare years before you’re forced to submit her to the worst twelve years of her life (also known as compulsory education).

But as you’ve mentioned before, Namjoon doesn’t quite feel the same way.

“She can’t sound out the letter,” he mopes in bed that night. He’s laying down beside you, face smushed against your thigh. The lamp on your side of the bed is the only thing on, casting a faint golden hue on his cheeks.

This conversation has occurred a variety of times these past few weeks, and you’ve just about ran out of every comforting reassurance possible. You settle on stroking a hand through his hair. There are emails to respond to and clients to check in with, but there’s also a huffy husband in bed beside you who quite pitifully crawls up into your arms.

It’s with his face between your boobs that he speaks again. “What if she’s getting made fun of at school? Or her teachers think she’s dumb?” You roll your eyes. “My baby is not dumb, __,” he says, as if you don’t know. “Her IQ came back above average when I took her to the development specialist that one time, remember?” You have half the mind to tell him an IQ test on a three year old isn’t exactly valid, but there’s already enough stacked on his plate. Finding out he wasted a hundred bucks for an invalid test would just be the cherry on top of all his worries.

Water clings to the very tips of his hair, remnants of his bath with Hyejoo. Namjoon is getting older now, nothing like the dashing grad student you had met what feels like a lifetime ago. There’s bags under his eyes, bags that surpass any all-nighter-pulling college student’s, induced by none other than the sheer power of becoming a parent. And still, he retains his beauty, looks like a doll with his skin so dewy from his skincare routine, lips puffy and red and kissable.

He looks up, and you take the opportunity to place a kiss on his lips, his familiar scent making you melt into his arms. When he pulls away, there’s still a subtle furrow between his brows.

“Hyejoo is fine,” you reassure him, carding his brown hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Our girl is the smartest three year-old out there,” you huff, feeling the slightest bit annoyed that he could even insinuate otherwise. “And if she was having problems at school, you know I would be the first one in there, fighting all the other moms.”

Namjoon relents, face falling back into its haven between your tits. “Okay,” he mumbles, muffled from the way his plush lips drag against the soft skin over your sternum.

The subject of Namjoon’s worries is in the other room sound asleep, not the least bit concerned with measly letters and sounds. It’s really only Namjoon who is, his stack of letter flashcards glaring at you from on top of the dresser. “Your mother hen is showing,” you tease as he slips beneath the covers, leaning over you to flick off your lamp. Just like everything else in your house, his t-shirt smells like him. It’s a natural, woodsy scent that floods your nostrils and makes your toes curl when he comes so close.

Namjoon snorts as he settles beside you, beefy arm pillowing your head as he pulls you close. “I’m not a mother hen,” he says, hand on your waist, the tantalizing expanse of his neck before your eyes. “I’m the rooster— the cock,” he snickers, and you reward his terrible attempt at a joke with a pinch to his side that has him retreating to the other end of the bed.

Hyejoo’s best friend in the entire world— or, as she says, her best pren in the entire world —is none other than Park Yerin from daycare. As the universe would have it, Park Yerin is also the one and only daughter of your college philosophy seat neighbor, Park Jimin.

Crossing paths with him later down the road was not something you could ever anticipate, especially when you and Jimin were never that close in college to begin with. It was the only class you had with him in all four years, one where you had quietly acknowledged his charisma and occasionally shared homework answers, before never speaking to him again. You could have greeted him on campus, as you often crossed paths. But Park Jimin was a walking friendship magnet who seemed to bring with him a parade of followers everywhere he went, and approaching him required three layers of strategic planning if you wanted to catch him alone.

So bumping into him at the entrance of Hyejoo’s daycare six years later comes as a bit of a shock. You had never pegged him as the type to settle down so quickly— you don’t mean to label him, but there were certain college stereotypes that he fit like a glove —but there he was, carrying the tiny love of his life who’s currently dressed in a bright pink Minnie Mouse dress.

Unsurprisingly, just like her father, Park Yerin has the same enthralling personality that makes everyone in the three to four year-old daycare class want to be her friend, and your sweet little Hyejoo is not exempt.

Long story short, out of all the kids at Sunny Side Daycare, Yerin is Hyejoo’s favorite, and Hyejoo is Yerin’s favorite.

So now it’s been a little over a year since the two girls have established their friendship, which means it’s been a little over a year of acquainting yourself with Jimin again. He’s a house husband, something you never expected, and he loves his daughter like no other. Some afternoons after daycare are spent with Jimin and Yerin at the nearest coffee shop, watching the girls haphazardly scribble over every piece of paper they can get their hands on while the two of you catch up.

Overall, you’re happy Hyejoo can have a friend like Yerin, and secretly, you're also happy you can finally befriend a fellow parent as nice and put together as Jimin. On top of that, Namjoon’s liked him on the few occasions he’s met him; the two have even gone out for drinks.

However, befriending Jimin and Yerin comes at a cost, and that cost is seeing your little girl grow up.

It’s your turn to mope.

“Yerin asked her to sleepover,” you groan, sadly patting in your skincare routine the next night. Namjoon is somewhere behind you, his naked back glaring at you through the reflection of your vanity mirror. He’s so broad and big, sleep shorts clinging to his waist as he lotions up his body post-shower. There’s a thin gold chain around his neck that glints everytime he moves around, biceps flexing and bulging in plain view until he finally slips his shirt on. There was a time in your life where his back could not go more than two days unscathed, your rabid (read: horny) claw marks painting rosy trails down his spine. These days, you can barely remember the last time he’s held your hand.

“Who?” he asks once he’s settled beneath the covers with whatever book he’s reading now and his thick-rimmed reading glasses.

“Who else,” you say, tugging your night robe closer to your chest as if it’ll prevent your heart from breaking anymore than it already was. “Hyejoo’s first sleepover,” you sigh.

You take it harder than you imagined. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known your little girl was growing up— hello, you were literally watching her grow more and more inches every single day —but you had convinced yourself she would stay your baby for a little while longer. As much as you wanted her to see and learn about the world, you selfishly wanted to keep her home too. She was your baby, your only one at that.

At least Namjoon feels the same way. “Absolutely not,” he squawks, abruptly slamming his book shut. He’s usually really meticulous about lining up his fancy bookmark right on the line he left off on, so his sudden carelessness tells you all you need to know about how he feels.

You sit down beside him, hand over his. “It’s Yerin’s birthday,” you inform him in what you hope is a comforting tone; unbeknownst to him, you’re trying to reassure yourself as well. “And Jimin said he and his wife are gonna be there the whole night.” You trust Jimin, you really do. If there’s anyone who’s more in love with their kid than you and Namjoon, it’s Jimin. He would never let anything happen to his Yerin, and by extension, he would never let anything happen to your Hyejoo. He’s a good dad.

Namjoon rubs at his eyes. In the span of two minutes, he’s aged about five years. “No,” he sighs softly, squeezing your hand tightly. “Once she starts going to sleepovers she’ll start wearing makeup and getting into relationships and having her heart broken—“

A kiss is enough to silence him when he gets like this, his warm breath fanning across your bottom lip when you pull away. “She just wants to wear tutus and sing Baby Shark right now,” you murmur, hand creeping up over his chest. His heart is beating fast as hell beneath his t-shirt, feels like it’ll burst straight out of his chest if you don’t calm him down.

He’s the bigger worrier out of the two of you, has a classic case of paranoid parent syndrome.

It’s no secret that Namjoon has a big brain; he’s an educated man with a respectable job. For every problem he encounters, he can procure a variety of solutions with different approaches. He’s always prepared and part of you thinks he’s a huge reason you managed to survive those first few weeks as a mom. Unlike you, who had attended a whopping two mommy classes in preparation for your upcoming child, Namjoon had studied up on parenting. A lot. He had read books and reviewed scientific studies, had learned about development on the chemistry level and the social level, did all he could until he was confident in his own dad abilities.

But, for every solution Namjoon can find, there are always twenty-eight other factors to worry about.

“What if she has an allergic reaction and Jimin doesn’t know what to do,” he pales, death grip on your hand. His matching wedding band digs into your skin and you have to wrestle his hand away before he accidentally breaks your finger. He nearly broke your neck once when you were in college, had almost sent you to the ER mid-thrust because he had underestimated his own strength while trying to choke you.

“Hyejoo doesn’t have any allergies,” you remind him, giving up on your awkward half-seated position as you clamber over him. His thighs are full beneath you, tense up as you move over him and he manhandles you into his chest.

He’s not done. “What if she asks Jimin for a fizzy drink and he can’t understand her?” His eyes are owlish beneath his glasses, covered in what you can only describe as a visible sheen of absolute terror. “What if he thinks she’s saying ‘pissy’ not ‘fizzy,’ __— what then?” It’s amazing, really, how a man who graduated cum laude can hypothesize this many disasters pertaining to a four year-old’s sleepover.

In the other room, Hyejoo calls for you, so you gladly take the opportunity to remove yourself from Namjoon and his spiraling thoughts. “Look,” you say, tightening the sash of your robe as you get back up. “I’m gonna go tell her that she can go to Yerin’s sleepover tomorrow,” you tell him, giving him exactly three seconds to groan dramatically, before continuing, “and you figure out how to turn that big brain off by the time I come back.”

Luckily, the cause of Hyejoo’s sudden wake up is a tiny bug bite she got from playing outside that just won’t stop itching. “Mommy, it hurts,” she whines, digging her nails into the tiny red mark by her knee.

“Uh huh, lemme see,” you order, turning on her bedside lamp to illuminate the space. Her room is the prettiest shade of yellow, fitting for a ball of sunshine such as herself. “Were you playing by the flowerbeds?” You ask, running a finger over the mark a little too weird looking to simply be another mosquito bite.

She knows she’s not supposed to play near the flowers— the bugs like her a little too much. It’s with a hesitant little nod that she confesses to it. You give her a pointed look. “You’re not supposed to play too close to the flowers,” you remind her, a tiny scolding for now.

With a sniffle she responds, “not by the plowers.”

A little bit of anti-itch cream has her settling, and by the time you return to your bedroom, Namjoon is out cold.

“How old is Yerin turning?” Namjoon asks her at the door, heartbreak clearly painting his features as you help Hyejoo into her shoes.

“Pour,” she beams, her tiny hand held up to show four stubby fingers. She has Namjoon’s pretty smile, an honest look in her eyes that makes you want to put her in your pocket and never let her go. Alas, Yerin’s sleepover party starts at five and Hyejoo has been trying to leave since noon.

“Pour,” Namjoon repeats, shooting you a pointed look as if to say see. He had fought the decision up until the end, had even tried to tactically convince your daughter to stay home by getting a head start on preparing her favorite food. And well. She said no. So now the two of you are stuck having dinosaur chicken nuggets for dinner without her.

She’s got her little travel bag on now, tiny feet stuffed into her ladybug rain boots because it had rained last night and she’s awfully addicted to jumping in muddy puddles. She’s absolutely adorable, your little girl, and you think Namjoon might’ve let out a tiny sob earlier. (Or maybe it was you.)

Namjoon joins you at the front door. “Be good,” he warns her. His eyes are suspiciously wet, but you don’t say anything because yours are too. You’re both crouched in front of her, her big eyes glancing back and forth between the two of you without a care in the world. Mixing your self-assured personality with Namjoon’s (mostly) composed attitude was quite possibly the worst genetic crossover to ever happen; Hyejoo doesn’t even seem remotely bothered by the fact she’s spending her first night away from home. Meanwhile, you and Namjoon are on the verge of a joint breakdown.

Anyway, Namjoon gives in first. “Love you forever, princess,” he tells her, their ritual expression, and kisses her forehead.

She accepts it and then, in an unexpected turn of events, surges forward to hug him around the neck. “Love you pporever, daddy,” she repeats, and your heart feels so painfully full at the sight, like you just unlocked a new life achievement from seeing your daughter and her father be so cute together. You don’t get to coo at them for long, because then she’s giving you a warm hug as well, the same phrase muttered in your ear.

It’s the hardest thing about parenting.

Seeing your kid slowly broaden their horizons, meeting new people and learning new things. Leaving home. (Granted, she’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon but even that feels like an eternity away to the dramatic parents you and Namjoon have become.) The second goodbye on Jimin’s doorstep isn’t any easier, especially when Hyejoo tugs on your arm and asks you to “say night to daddy please” for her, and your heart breaks just a little more. Jimin flashes you an understanding smile but all you want to do is punch him in the nose for ever telling Yerin what a sleepover is.

You get home and Namjoon is in a calmer state by now, some old sitcom he hates playing on the TV. Usually, this time of day is reserved for his daily phonemic lessons with Hyejoo, drilling the f sound into her tiny brain, so you guess this is his preferred method of coping in its place: torturing himself with some boring television show.

“Hey,” he says, and you crawl into his lap with a sad sniffle. “Shh,” he soothes, hand on the back of your head as he guides you into his chest. You’re actually crying now, which is super embarrassing in itself considering you scolded Namjoon for this exact behavior last night. He doesn’t mention it as he pats your back, stupid sitcom paused in favor of soothing you with the deep vibrations of his voice. “Hye’s gonna be back tomorrow, baby.”

“I want her back now,” you huff, vaguely aware of how childish and silly you sound. The tables have turned, and you find yourself wishing you had the same emotional fortitude as Namjoon now. All those parenting books have clearly amounted for something. Somehow, you will the feeling back into your body and pull away from his chest. You must look a mess because he doesn’t even try to hide the amusement on his face. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Namjoon laughs, deep and hearty, with his eyes squeezing shut from the force. “Come on, wifey, those chicken nuggets aren’t gonna eat themselves.”

It’s quite possibly the most boring evening you’ve had in years.

(The internet calls it new parent syndrome, where you’re so undeniably in love with your first child and the parenting experience that the rest of the world is put on pause.)

You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)

Kids are prone to asking weirdly philosophical questions, a fact that had greatly delighted you when Hyejoo first started speaking. Who am I? What’s money? Why not? It could get annoying sometimes, trying to answer all of Hyejoo’s curiosities. But as you begin on your second batch of dinosaur chicken nuggets, all you can think about is how Jimin gets to answer them tonight.

Anyway, seven rolls around and you and Namjoon are bored. You can only watch so many episodes of Seinfield before you get tired of feigning interest, so you retire from the living room for the night. “I’m gonna take a bath,” you tell him, but he’s as brain dead as you by now.

A second later, “lemme join.”

It’s been a while since the two of you have squeezed into the bathtub together, usually assigning each other days to individually join Hyejoo. So it’s really not either of your faults when you realize a second too late how small the space is. One on each end, feet bumping into each other with every movement, it’s like trying to squeeze two feet into one shoe. You try to readjust yourself, but the bath flooring is slippery and you nearly take away Namjoon’s procreative abilities with a mighty kick.

To make a long story short, you end up pressed against his chest, Namjoon’s thick thighs framing you as you relax into the steaming water. Instinctively, he reaches for Hyejoo’s bottle of baby shampoo that sits on the tub’s ledge and only catches himself just as the first droplet is meeting his palm. “Oh, fuck,” he sighs, quickly closing the lid before he can waste any more precious product. “Shit, I’m so sad.”

You snort, sinking farther back into his chest. He’s warm and soft in all the right ways, the hot water making him slippery. “What did we even do before Hyejoo?” you ask, reaching into the deepest crevices of your mind for answers. Namjoon’s hand comes around, fingers sprawled out over your knee, the one you have propped up and breaking the water’s surface

He makes a rather vague sound, something like I don’t know, as he lolls forward, forehead on your shoulder. “Go on dates,” he responds eventually. “Fuck like crazy.”

You roll your eyes. “Besides that,” you chide, pinching the back of his palm. “Don’t we have any hobbies? Any interests?” He doesn’t answer, which is all the answer you need. Why didn’t you get into puzzle solving back when it was a trend? “Is this what our life has become? Crying in a bathtub at seven pm because our emotional support child isn’t here?”

“Our only child,” he corrects. Namjoon tries to placate your looming existential crisis with a kiss to your shoulder, lips against wet skin, that he trails up to your neck. “And what’s wrong with going on dates and fucking?” he murmurs, hands around your stomach. “That’s how we got here,” he teases, and you’re not sure if it’s the warm water or the way his voice is like melted chocolate dripping down your body, but you become all too aware of his presence at that moment. Particularly, of the plush lips mindlessly kissing your shoulder, the wet smack of their motions.

Another kiss, this time right below your ear. It has your head rolling to the side, exposing more skin for him to kiss up on. There’s still that overwhelming cloud of worry in the back of your mind, but it’s gradually nudged away by Namjoon’s warm hands on your skin. Sensing your weakening resolve, Namjoon strikes again. A hand slips down over your stomach, brushes over your belly button and finds itself between your thighs. “You used to love date nights, baby,” he says, the pad of his pointer finger grazing your clit.

It’s been so long since you and Namjoon have been alone like this, months since you’ve been able to touch him beyond a simple make out session, a halfhearted grope beneath the sheets. Your daughter, as much as you loved her, made intimacy impossible for the two of you. She was always around, always looking for one or the both of you, so there was never time to even think about getting frisky.

Only now, with his finger circling your clit, do you realize the blessing in disguise that was your daughter’s first slumber party away from home.

His finger nudges your clit, flicks it teasingly. “Why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?” he hums, the hand that had been soothingly stroking the inside of your thigh coming up to rub at your breasts.

“Yes, please,” you whine. Resting your head on his shoulder leaves Namjoon with a clear view down your front, lips kissing and sucking along your neck. His huge hand palms your breast, massaging the sensitive skin. You hadn’t realized how sore you’d been until now, his nimble fingers pressing deliciously into the skin. If your nipples weren’t already hard before, they certainly were now.

He traps one pearled nipple between two fingers, the sudden pinch making you hiss. “Easy, now,” he chuckles, his low tenor paired with his wandering hands making your eyes roll back.

Namjoon liked to use a higher tone around the house. He read somewhere that children prefer lighter, sweeter tones, so the last few years have been spent listening to him lighten the tone of his voice for the sake of your daughter. The deeper, growlier voice that had first made you fall in love with him became a rarity in your household, reserved for quiet nights in the living room or long drives where Hyejoo was asleep in the backseat. Only then does he unleash the gravelly qualities of his voice.

Then, and apparently, now.

His doll-like lips press against your jaw, suck lightly enough to make your body tingle. “Do you remember how it was the first time?” he says suddenly, his hot breath against your neck.

Namjoon’s got your clit trapped between two wandering fingers, has your pussy twitching with the vibrations of his voice alone. And for some reason, he’s trying to reminisce about your first time sleeping together.

“N- Not really,” you confess, subtly reaching down. You cover his palm with yours, hoping your touch will encourage him to carry on with his actions. It doesn’t. It just leaves both your hands hovering over your pussy, your thighs instinctively closing in on them to keep him there. Namjoon responds to that, releasing the breast he had been gently massaging in order to pry your legs apart. He does it so easily, despite the way your legs feel tight as hell, and the fact makes you whimper.

Once he’s got his hands back between your thighs— this time, he uses one hand to carefully part your quivering lips, the other one gingerly pressing down against your clit to draw the most heavenly sensations out of you —Namjoon feels the need to dive into a recap of your first fuck. “You were so cute,” he laughs, and you don’t know if you should take offense. Well, considering you're married and have a kid now, it’s probably too late to say anything anyway. His hand suddenly switches gears, three fingers joining together to begin caressing them over your throbbing clit. “Kept talking to me so politely, even when you were creaming my cock.”

You scoff, but it gets cancelled out by the moan he draws out of you. “D- Didn’t know you that well,” you remind him, your thighs twitching. You desperately want to buck forward into his giving hands, want to feel the true power of those long, pretty fingers on your cunt.

Behind you, Namjoon’s cock grows thick, his breathing a slow and steady pace by your ear. You can already imagine how heavy he is, the vein that runs along the underside and throbs with each new bit of stimulus he receives. Normally you would reach back and try to offer him the same helping hand he gives you, but your thighs feel wobbly already. Your libido has been dormant for so long that even just the barest flick of his thumb has you dissolving into his arms like this is your first time.

It’s as if Namjoon’s sensing your inner battle, a muffled laugh against the side of your neck. “This is about you,” he reminds you. As much as you want to protest, a sudden hard rub against your quivering lips has you gasping for breath. “Give me a kiss,” he commands softly, nudging his nose against the side of your face. It takes a second for you to ground yourself, draw yourself away from your building pleasure, to turn toward his waiting lips.

Namjoon kisses you slowly, like he’s taking his time with you. For the first time in a long time, he truly can. He doesn’t have to worry about a certain someone waking up in the middle of the night or walking in or anything along those lines, lips molding against yours. Plush as always, the faint taste of dinosaur chicken nuggets clinging to his lips. It makes you laugh a little, drawing away with an airy giggle. Namjoon smiles at your reaction, murmuring a soft, “what is it?”

You shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as he continues his circular motions against your clit. “Nothing,” you pant, finally getting in your first thrust against his fingers. “I just really need you,” you say instead, pushing his hand harder down against you.

You’re feeling a little antsy, having been deprived of this sensation for so long. Namjoon knows this, which is why he very purposely slows down. “There’s no rush,” he smirks, placing a kiss against your chin. “How do you want it, baby?”

The inside of your brain is a scrambled mess, filled with fantasies and ideas that have been plaguing you for months. There’s so much you want to do, want to try, but it’s like your brain completely blanks out when he asks. It’s just as you’re beginning to formulate a thought that you’re interrupted by the sound of your ringtone in the other room. Your husband’s arms tighten around you. “Don’t go,” he says quietly, the tip of his nose running along your neck. It’s so tempting to stay here, to let yourself go in his arms and chase the pleasure you’ve been craving for so long.

But the endless possibilities of who exactly could be calling wins over. Was it work? Was it your parents? Jimin?

It is with a heavy sigh that you reach for Namjoon’s hand, slowly pushing him away from your cunt. “I’m sorry, honey,” you frown, standing up out of the tub. Your legs really do feel like jelly, and you nearly slip and crack your skull on the porcelain edge. Luckily, Namjoon is there to steady you with two secure hands on your waist. “I’ll make it quick,” you reassure him, dropping a kiss on his pouty lips as you fasten a towel around your body.

The phone is just starting up its final ring when you reach it. It’s Jimin, and you’re torn between being thankful that you’re getting word on Hyejoo and full blown panic from the fact Jimin is calling you while Hyejoo is in his care. The unease has you accepting the call without a second more to waste. “Hello?” you say, hand tightening on the front of your towel. Stray water droplets trace ticklish trails down the backs of your thighs.

“__?” comes Jimin’s sweet voice. It’s normally soothing, but right now it has every hair on your body standing on end. Before you can even respond, Jimin is jumping headfirst into a whirlwind of a conversation. “Sorry for calling so late, but I just wanted to check in on you, babe. I know you were really panicked about Hye’s first night away from home, but don’t worry! Me and the missus are doing everything we can to make sure she’s fine.”

His confidence reassures you, lessens the weight that had been sitting on your chest all afternoon. But at the same time, you find yourself wanting to throttle him.

Your gorgeous, sexy hunk of a husband is sitting in the other room, cock at full mast and ready to pleasure you to the moon and back, and here you are listening to Jimin brag about how good of a caretaker he is. You were definitely going to make Jimin pay for this.

Deep breaths, you tell yourself, toying with a stray thread on your towel. “Really,” you drawl, and you can practically see Jimin’s ego swell over the line.

“Yup,” Jimin agrees, and by the sounds of it, doesn’t seem like he’s hoping to end this call anytime soon. You want to shoulder part of the blame; you had been extra sad and mopey when you dropped your daughter off. On top of being a good dad, Jimin was also a good friend. It was only naturally he wanted to reassure you when he could.

Still, the memory of Namjoon’s wet chest was calling out to you.

“The girls are playing princess in the living room with the missus right now,” Jimin chats on. “New dresses and everything— the Yerin Birthday Special —and they asked me to be their handsome prince!” You sincerely cannot wait for the day you get to introduce Jimin to your right fist.

“That’s great,” you offer, not that he’s really listening. He’s too busy talking about Yerin (and making sure to include Hyejoo in for your sake) and how amazing it is to watch your kids grow up before your very eyes. And while you agree with the sentiment, you really wish he had called you and told you this earlier, when you were at the peak of your motherly meltdown. Not now with Namjoon waiting for you in the bathtub. Was the water even warm anymore?

The mind blowing orgasm practically slips from your fingertips the longer Jimin talks. “Anyway! Enough about them. I’m thinking of trying out that blueberry bread recipe that aired on TV last night. You know, the one they had that actress make.”

You’ve just about resigned yourself to listening to Jimin talk about his love for pastries for the next thirty minutes when something brushes up behind you. “What the fu—“

He’s so tall and broad, practically covers your entire frame when he stands so close. And his smile is so pretty when he aims it your way. “Sh,” Namjoon murmurs, gesturing towards your phone.

“__?” Jimin calls. “Everything alright?”

Namjoon nods eagerly, the hands on your waist properly positioning you in front of him. It’s with a shudder running down your spine that you respond. “I’m fine,” you tell Jimin, letting go of the front of your towel when Namjoon abruptly pushes you over. The white comforter infused with both of your scents comes all too close, your elbow barely managing to reach out in time to catch you.

Wide eyed, you turn to throw Namjoon a scandalized look over your shoulder. He meets you with a close-mouthed smile, the dimples in his cheeks making themselves known. His chest is drier now, the smooth planes covered in a thin dewy glow and a spattering of droplets he missed. There’s a towel around his waist that’s barely doing its job, especially when you catch sight of the erection tenting beneath it.

“As I was saying,” Jimin rambles on. Namjoon nods towards the device, refusing to move again until you finally turn back around to finish your conversation with Jimin. “That actress fucked it up so bad. They really give anyone with a pretty face screen time these days, huh? At least I know how to properly preheat an oven.”

You nod. “You do make the best cookies in town,” you respond, a ball of anticipation building in your throat from the mere fact Namjoon is standing behind you.

It’s completely warranted once you feel two cold fingers trail up the back of your thigh, your towel gradually pushed up to drape around your waist. The air in your room is a little chilly, and the goosebumps that raise on your skin are partly due to that, as well as the ghostlike touch of Namjoon’s fingers. “Pretty,” he murmurs, so deep and gravelly it has you shuddering.

Two fingers dance along your skin, and you subconsciously jolt away when they meet the tender skin around your pussy. By your ear, Jimin says, “if I completely fuck it up, we’ll just pretend this conversation never happened. Deal?”

Using your own body against you, Namjoon lets one finger dip just the smallest bit into your quivering hole. You clench up, thighs trembling when he eventually pulls it back out and traces your own wetness over your folds. “Perfect,” you bite out, clutching at the sheets beneath you as Namjoon reaches for your forgotten clit. It’s still so sensitive from your little fun in the bath, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to hold back the whiny gasp in your throat.

Behind you, Namjoon suddenly presses in close. One hand on your hip, he gently encourages you onto the bed. Your knees sink into the mattress, one less strain on your legs. “Good girl,” he praises quietly, rewarding your behavior with a finger sinking into your cunt.

“Joo—“ you almost slip, burying your face into the sheets just in time.

A devastatingly slow pace, his finger just barely moving in and out of you. The bulk of your pleasure is coming from that bundle of nerves towards your front, but the teasing gesture isn’t appreciated anyway. When he leans over you, breath against your neck, you feel the length of his cock against your thigh. “He’s asking you a question,” Namjoon whispers, “answer him, baby.”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he presses himself closer. Jimin hasn’t even noticed your lack of participation, mindlessly humming a song. The sounds of a running sink highlight his vocals. “Oh, absolutely,” you babble. “I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

“Ha!” Jimin scoffs. “I knew I could always count on you, Miss __,” he snarks playfully.

The hand toying with your clit comes around your waist, fingers stroking against your folds from this new angle. A silent moan has you writhing forward, unconsciously away from him as Jimin babbles on the other end of the line. He’s none the wiser to the lewd acts happening on the line, listening to the sound of his own voice. Namjoon lands a mean little bite against your shoulder, plunging his finger deeper inside of your clenching hole.

Paired with his teasing fingers, it’s nearly impossible to withhold your moans, biting your lip until it stings. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper against the sheets, holding your phone as far away as possible from your mouth as a litany of curse words spill from your lips. Namjoon chuckles at your dramatics, not like he has his fingers deep inside of you right now or anything.

“So cute,” he hums, removing his hand from your clit to snatch your towel away. It gives way too easily, messily thrown over the edge of the bed. With your back completely exposed now, Namjoon wastes no time trailing a line of kisses up your spine, finishing off with an especially wet and hard one behind your ear. “Hang up now.”

His permission sets your body on edge, drawing your phone close again. Jimin is talking about dinner or something, you don’t even know. Not an ounce of remorse fills you when you clear your throat and hurriedly announce, “I have to—“ Namjoon’s cock, finally uncovered by his towel, presses against your folds and you nearly lose it. “—I have to go now, Jimin,” you say, leveling your breathing as best as you can.

“Wait, what the fuck?” Jimin says, thrown off by your sudden departure.

The mushroom tip of his cock kisses your clit. “Fuck— I really have to go.” And you hang up, chucking the phone off to the side hastily. With your hands both freed, you scramble onto your back, meeting the amused gaze of your husband behind you. “Fuck me, now.”

Namjoon laughs, reaching for the towel barely clinging onto his waist. One suave swoop later and it joins yours on the floor. “You did good,” he praises, lowering himself between your spread thighs. You roll your eyes, grabby hands reaching for his hips until he’s sitting snugly against you, cock resting over your throbbing cunt.

“Yeah, yeah,” you snap, the tight feeling in your tummy growing with every second that passes. Namjoon isn’t as unaffected as he pretends to be, a pearly bead of cum appearing at the tip of his engorged cock. “Just fuck me now.”

He raises a brow. “Missionary?” As if it’s the first time.

“Is there something wrong with it?” you ask anyway, self-consciously reaching an arm over yourself to cover your naked breasts. They’ve pebbled over just from his stare alone.

Namjoon hesitates, the hand on your hip drawing slow circles with his thumb. Eventually, he responds with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s not the best.” This is news to you, and you find yourself sitting up at the sudden bomb he’s dropped.

He’s still hard as rock between you, his dick laying almost artfully against your slit. You really just want to throw aside all reservations and begin grinding against him, penetration be damned, but now Namjoon’s got that thoughtful quirk to his lips. The one that usually accompanies any big brained idea, so you settle down, nudging him with your thigh until he’s looking at you again. “Penny for your thoughts?” What you really want to say is please fuck me like I’m just another cum rag of yours and make it hurt, but alas.

Namjoon sits back on his haunches. “I read somewhere that on your hands and knees is the best way to get pregnant.” You choke on your own tongue, face ablaze from his forward statement. Meanwhile, Namjoon is looking as relaxed as ever.

You hadn’t really discussed children after Hyejoo. The wordless agreement had been that sure, you were both down for another kid sometime in the future. But the exact date had sort of been murky. Hyejoo is three now, and you heard from another mom that it’s difficult for children with wide age gaps to get along. You don’t want her growing up being far removed from another sibling.

But also, now?

It’s like Namjoon knows your thoughts before you even do. “Alright, wifey, say no more,” he says, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. “I’ll get the condom, alright?”

And then he’s stepping off the bed, every muscle of his toned body flexing as he swaggers over towards the dresser. He’s a walking dream, the physical embodiment of all your crazy sex fantasies, and he wants to fuck a baby into you. Your pussy says yes, but your rationality is still on the fence.

You roll onto your side, head propped into your open palm. “You want another baby?” you ask tentatively. Namjoon shrugs, carefully opening the new box of condoms you had bought half a year ago.

“It wouldn’t hurt to have another kid,” he answers, procuring a tiny foil packet from the box and returning to his spot between your legs. It’s like staring at a marble statue from this angle, the defined planes of his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous slope of his nose, the sharp angles of his face. You really lucked out.

Your decision comes just as he’s easing the rubber over the tip of his cock, the swollen head just barely enveloped. You place a hand against his wrist, earning his attention. “Take it off,” you mumble, and you swear on your entire life he swells another inch.

“Oh, baby,” he groans, hastily throwing the condom somewhere across the room. He rolls over you, bulging arms sweeping you up into his embrace, lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. You whimper, letting his tongue push itself past your lips. When he pulls away, it’s with a wet pop and glistening lips. They’re so puffy now, flushed a nice rosy color, that makes him look even more handsome when he smiles down at you. “Gonna look so pretty all pregnant,” he beams, placing a chaste kiss against you one last time before he’s hurriedly rolling you onto your stomach.

You hide your bashful expression against the sheets, suddenly feeling very shy before him. But then Namjoon’s cock is running along your lips and you’re left a shivering mess. “Please just fuck me,” you beg hoarsely, and Namjoon obeys.

“Whatever you want, wifey,” he teases, and before you can call him out for his cheesiness, he’s pressing his thumb into your aching hole once more. “Is this okay?” he asks, somberly for the first time in what seems like forever.

“I’m okay,” you confess, a little shyly now that you know his true motives.

Namjoon chuckles, quickly removing his finger from inside of you to give your ass one soothing pat. “Going in,” he warns you, and finally, you’re rewarded for all your struggles. It’s only as his mushroom head squeezes in that you realize you could have done with a bit more stretching, but that thought fades away the more and more he pushes in. “Fuck,” he groans, the low intonation of his voice making your toes curl.

If it’s not his voice, it’s the sheer length of his cock inside of you. The girth makes your spine tingle, has you muffling a pitiful whimper into the comforter beneath you. “Relax for me,” he directs, and then suddenly he’s placing a palm against your back, pushing you further down. “Hips up.”

You groan. The normally soft fabric of the blanket feels like hell on your sensitive breasts. “I’m trying,” you whine, pushing back onto him in an effort to familiarize yourself with his cock again. It’s been so long since he’s been inside of you like this, since he’s filled you so well, that your body acts a little stupid now. He hasn’t even begun thrusting and you already feel like you’ll cum just from this.

The angle is different than your usual style, has him moving along every inch of you as he sinks in. Two big hands grab at your waist, manhandling you closer to him until you’re just like he wants you to be. “There we go,” he sighs, and with him motionless, you finally relax. It’s about a two second pause before he begins to draw himself back out. “How do you want it?” he grunts, but it’s lost beneath the moan that escapes you. It’s the same question he asked you in the tub, right before Jimin called, except this time you have an answer.

“Fast,” you gasp, the pain from the stretch finally, finally, melting away as your body grows accustomed to his presence inside of you. “Do it fast, please.”

Namjoon does as he’s told, waiting until he’s pulled out until the tip to satisfy your requests. And then he’s off.

Your body isn’t as young as it once was, left a little worn from the entire child-bearing process. Sometimes you wonder how exactly you and Namjoon would fuck until sunrise before, how your sex drive was so high that it allowed such a thing to happen. Admittedly, there’s currently a stiffness inside of you that has been there for a while now, and you barely remember how you got rid of it before. Apparently, this is how.

Namjoon’s hard cock rams into you once, makes you release the most embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden intrusion, and it’s like all those months of tension that built up in your body are melted away. His cock pushes past your folds, creating a lewd squelching sound that would otherwise leave you mortified to learn it came from your body. You shudder, desperately pushing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to feel it again.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he growls, snapping his hips forwards. His skin slaps against yours, leaves you feeling tender from the brutal movements of his body. But at the same time, it feels absolutely terrific.

Your lips are still coated in your own wetness, have him noisily moving in and out. “J- Joon,” you whimper softly, but you doubt he hears it over the sound of his own labored breathing. “More.”

He responds with a sudden piston inside of you that has the tip of his cock nearly kissing your cervix. “More?” he huffs, the hand on your back pressing down until you fear you’ll become one with the mattress. “You want more?” You nod hurriedly, somehow managing to stretch a hand down between you to toy with your clit. The brush of your own fingers has you bucking back onto him in surprise.

Wordlessly, he speeds up his pace, thrusting his hips into your velvety walls at a faster speed than before. It’s a weird sensation, a sort of ticklish feeling m that makes you tremble with each roll forward. You can’t say the two of you have done it in this position a lot, always preferring the more romantic missionary position to anything else, but this experience was quickly making you an avid believer of its validity as a top tier sex position.

You swirl your pointer finger around your clit, trying to sync up your shaky touch with his steady thrusts. It’s useless, because every time you feel like you’ve gotten into the same groove, Namjoon one ups you by hauling you back against him. “Oh, f- fuck,” you sob, clawing at the sheets beneath you.

Namjoon groans, momentarily pausing his rapid thrusts to roll his buried cock against you. “Come on, baby,” he husks, the hilt of his cock kissing your folds.

There’s a lot of built up sexual tension inside of you, months on top of months of nothingness. Not to mention that little scene in the bathtub just now. So you’re not really surprised that your orgasm rears its head so early, curling up tightly in your stomach the longer Namjoon fucks you. He’s back to thrusting now, shallow little movements that make you see stars every time his cock glides inside of you. “Joon, I'm gonna...” you rasp out pitifully, grinding back against him.

“Whenever you want,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss against your shoulder. It’s sweet, but on top of that, it has him pushing in further than before, finally pressed against that sensitive spot inside of you that makes your entire body lock up. You sob, thighs quivering when he reaches an arm around you. It’s almost romantic how your hands meet, his fingers covering yours as he guides them over your clit slowly. “Give it to me, baby,” he croons, lips pressed securely against your neck. He leaves soft kisses there, smooches really, that make you melt.

Another shallow buck of his hips forward and you’re cumming, breaths picking up until they accumulate into a choked wail against the sheets. “Fuck— oh, fuck,” you cry, your thighs spasming from the force of your first satisfying orgasm in months. Namjoon holds you through it, slowly thrusting inside of you until he’s drawn out your entire orgasm.

The new added pleasure makes his movements sound even wetter, dirtier even. “That’s it,” he purrs, pushing himself back up to his full height behind you. You feel absolutely boneless beneath him, laying limply against the mattress as Namjoon repositions your hips for himself. “Can I finish like this, sweetheart?” he asks anyway, thumbs drawing a soothing pattern along your hip.

You can barely catch your breath, so you settle on a halfhearted nod that has him huffing out a laugh.

For some reason, Namjoon fucks you harder once he knows you’ve had your fill. Like he’s trying to draw another orgasm out of you, but is also the least bit concerned with you. Honestly, it works. He moves fast and hard, like he has no regard for your pleasure, and for some reason that turns you on more than it should. It’s this weird fantasy of yours, to be mistreated by a man as respectful as Namjoon, and you find yourself weirdly fulfilling it now as he fucks his cock into you.

His fingers dig into your skin, wildly bucking into you as he chases his own high, and it’s embarrassing how quickly a second one builds up for you. You moan at one particular thrust, body sensitive all over. “Oh,” you whimper, “Namjoon.”

He grunts, your cries fueling him on as he continues his mad race to the end. “Gonna cum with me again?” he pants, his quick pace rocking you forward. You nod, using your killer grip on the sheets to ground yourself as you weakly attempt to meet his thrusts. “Aren’t you the sweetest,” he hums, and doesn’t let you respond as he continues to jackhammer his way into your pussy at a bruising pace.

It takes a few more thrusts, and one whiny cry of his name— “come on, Joonie,” you whimper, turning to throw him a teary-eyed gaze over your shoulder; he shudders at the sight —until Namjoon is finally tipped over the edge, shooting his pleasure deep into you on the next thrust. It’s warm, paints your walls and threatens to spill out when he finally pulls out.

But Namjoon has read up, using those big strong arms of his to keep you from collapsing onto your tummy as he scrambles around for something to keep your hips up. “It sticks better this way,” he says, a sheen of sweat against his temples when he flops down beside you.

“What sticks better,” you groan, the achy feeling of just having your world rocked quickly settling into your bones.

Namjoon leans forward and places a kiss against your lips, as if saying here, for all your hard work. “You know... it,” he shrugs, hands behind his head as he prepares himself to supervise your post-sex nap, just to make sure you don’t accidentally move around and let his cum leak out. “You did good, wifey,” he praises with another smooch. “Maybe we should let Hyejoo sleep over at Jimin’s more.”

Hyejoo’s return is the highlight of the year.

You pick her up around noon, and your heart nearly grows ten sizes when you see her come running down Jimin’s front steps and into your arms. “Hi, mommy,” she beams, the same smile as Namjoon. And just like Namjoon, you can’t stop yourself from covering her face in tiny kisses. She says they tickle and squirms and squeals in your embrace.

Jimin’s at the door with this weirdly blank look on his face. “Hey, Jimin,” you call out, helping Hyejoo load her bag into the backseat.

“Hey…” he greets, just as Hyejoo frantically begins calling for you to buckle her in. “Um, __,” Jimin says, but you’re a little busy securing the tiny love of your life into her booster seat, so you just throw him a quick glance to let him know you’re listening. Kinda. “There’s something I have to tell you—“

“I wanna see daddy!” Hyejoo babbles from the backseat, wildly waving her hands around as you finally close the door on her. With it shut, her loud voice is drowned out and you’re left raising a brow at Jimin as you round the front of the car.

“What’s up?” you ask.

Jimin comes down the steps, awkwardly hovering by the front of your car. “Um, when we were on the phone—“ Hyejoo knocks her tiny hands against the window, gesturing for you to hurry up. You flash Jimin an apologetic frown at the interruption. “Well, you see. She kinda heard us— well, me—”

Another flurry of knocks, and you can’t wait to relay to Namjoon how excited your daughter had been to see him again. It’ll boost his ego, not that he really needs it to be any bigger. “That’s fine,” you tell Jimin, swinging your door open. Immediately, Hyejoo’s high-pitched voice fills the space between you and Jimin. “You know I don’t mind talking to the missus,” you joke, nudging his side. “She’s my friend too, ya know.”

“Gotta show daddy something!” Hyejoo shouts from the backseat, has this big smile on her face that makes you smile as well.

Beside you, Jimin is quickly falling apart. “No, well—” you drop down into your seat “it wasn’t her who heard—“ You shut the door, lowering the window to thank Jimin one more time. Hyejoo beats you to it.

“Bye, Mr. Jimin!” she says, tiny legs kicking around all wildly in her excitement. You shake your head with a grin, waving goodbye to Jimin one last time as you pull out of his driveway.

“Daddy!” Hyejoo shrieks upon entering your home. Her tiny overnight bag is tossed down at the entryway, ladybug rain boots haphazardly kicked towards the general direction of the shoe closet. Namjoon had been upstairs in his study when you left, but he now comes bounding down the steps at the sound of your daughter’s voice. He cries out a dopey, “princess”, as he scoops her up in his big arms. He does a twirl and everything, so dramatic. But it makes Hyejoo giggle like crazy.

She allows one big fat kiss against her chubby cheeks before she’s shushing him with the news of her announcement. “Daddy, look,” she beams, holding his face between her tiny hands. “I can say the f sound now!”

Namjoon has been avidly working towards this ability for months now. Namjoon, who has spent nights reading every page of every child development book possible, who has spent hours decorating pretty flashcards for her, who has sectioned off time from his busy schedule everyday just to go over lessons with her. Well, Namjoon looks over the goddamn moon at the news.

“Let’s hear it, honey,” you urge, stepping in when his happiness renders him incapable of speech. So he just nods along, looks like a bobblehead doll beside you.

And with both of her proud, sometimes overprotective, parents standing before her, Hyejoo puts on a big grin and says, “fuck.”

#bangtanhq #networkbangtan #namjoon smut #kim namjoon smut #namjoon fic #kim namjoon fic #knj fic #bts fic #bts smut #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x reader smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader smut #mine

3K notes · View notes

adoralinefilms · 3 years

Text

HOW THE EVANS WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING PREGNANT

(all the characters that are dead are alive in this bc ghost sperm? i don’t think so. i mean look how micheal ended up.)

WARNINGS: pregnancy? and not proof read

TATE LANGDON

he would be worried at first

i mean you’re both still teenagers and have a lot going on

but he knew you both would make it work and would support you if you deicided to keep the baby or not

he would be super protective of you and your child, barely letting you make food for yourself

he’d say he would want a boy but also secretively hoped for having a little baby princess

he would help you in any way you’d need and you being pregnant would show a whole new side of him that you never thought you would ever see

his darkness and troubles would all go away as soon as you had your baby, knowing that that child was the light

KIT WALKER

(ok so i hate to be that person but in this, Kit doesn’t have Thomas or Julia)

Kit and you have been married for a year and deicided it was time to bring a new addition to your family

You were trying for about two months when you finally got pregnant

You found out when Kit was at work and knew he’d be over the moon to have a baby, your guys baby

You deicided to go out to the store and buy a little onesie to tell Kit, your husband, the good news

It was after you put dinner out and Kit was home that you brought a small yellow box out and gave it to him

Kit was a bit confused but opened it to see the small piece of clothing. He just looked up at you, both of you smiling and went to hug you

That was probably the best and biggest hug he ever gave you

“I’m going to be a father!”

KYLE SPENCER

Tbh Kyle was a bit worried when you told him, you both were

You both were in college and were dating for about two years before you became pregnant

It was a total suprise to you because you both were super careful but yet here you were

Kyle told you he would support you in whatever decision you deicided to make and would be there for you, and he was

If you deicided to keep the baby, Kyle would end up getting another job to support your family to rent an apartment because a baby in a frat house, i don’t think so

He would be even more gentle with you and treat you with anything your heart’s desires

You want Mcdonald’s at 3am? Kyle’s on it.

A massage? Kyle will give it to you

Overall going to be an amazing dad

JIMMY DARLING

When you told Jimmy you were expecting, his first reaction was to swope down to your belly and greet his little one

Jimmy never thought he would ever have kids, he thought no one would ever want to be with him because he was a so on called “freak”

But then you showed up and was never bothered by his hands, and quickly after you both were an item

Jimmy was super afraid his child would end up having his hands or something else, he didn’t want to put that on his child - knowing how people treat “freaks”

You would assure him that even if your child had it, you would both still love them and they would still be a good and kind person

And at the end of the day that’s all that really matters

Jimmy would always kiss your cheek and then your stomach before he got up in the morning

He probably wouldn’t leave your side honestly

10/10 good guy and good dad

JAMES MARCH

plssss i love this gif

You got pregnant around the time James just opened the Hotel Cortez

James and you were married for three years before getting pregnant and you honestly never even talked about having kids

James was a very busy man. Murdering people

His soft side ever rarely came out and it was always to you only, how would he would react?

You were definitely worried telling him, would he shut you out and leave you to deal with this all on your own? You hoped not, you knew he loved you - in his own sort of way

You told him during dinner and his eyes sorta widened for a moment and was silent

“James, are you okay?”

“I’m going to be a father?”

“Yes, yes you are.”

He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. Showing you he’s ready for everything to change (in a good way of course)

He would definitely spoil you even more now that you were pregnant

You would have thousands of maternity dresses and millions of baby clothes

I definitely believe he has a breeding kink lmao

He would also insist your baby was a girl. Like no doubt in mind.

Spoiler alert, he was right

KAI ANDERSON

Kai definitely discussed having you have his messiah baby

You always brushed it off saying “later”

Later finally came and here you were pregnant

You knew you would have to eventually tell Kai and you knew his reaction was going to be 50/50

He was a very planned person and if something just came out of the blue, he could definitely overreact to say the least

You end up telling Kai during one of his pinky meeting thingys that I can’t remember the name of

His reaction - like you thought - was very mixed

He just kinda like nodded and got up

But what did suprise you is that he gave you a hug

Kai was even more protective of you and now his child

He wouldn’t let you anywhere near one of his “missions”

Not the most helpful during pregnancy but he did show he cared

He would always have his hand on your stomach and would always help you if you couldn’t do anything like you used to

Definitely wanted a boy, you ended up having to tell him that there’s a 50% chance it could be a girl

RORY MONAHAN

Rory would probably be stoked

I mean you pregnant? he’d love every 9 months of it

He was there when you found out

Definitely became even more energetic than he already is when he saw the two blue lines on the test

He posts about it all over his social media, the public is very excited for baby Monahan

You secretly hoping the child has his red hair

Loves to see your bump grow each week, taking a shit load of photos

You both are very excited to be adding an addition to the family

And it won’t be the last

Rory is planning on having three kids with you, no doubt in mind

Best future father there is

AN: WOW THIS TOOK LIKE A DAY IN A HALF TO DO SO PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP!!!

comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3

680 notes · View notes

peanutpinet · 3 years

Text

Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

333 notes · View notes

soft-october-night · 3 years

Text

The Love Interests in the Works of Jane Austen: An Assessment

This is an "extremely scientific" and "thoroughly researched" ranking based on personality, money, family and connections, and is a bit of a blend between the book characterizations and the film characterizations (and is in no way only based on my own opinions). Here we go, grouped by book but not much else.

Edmund Bertram: absolute trash. His family has treated you unbelievably shitty since day one and not only has he BARELY noticed, he ALSO has treated you shitty. Will fall in love with someone beautiful and fun and when she dumps him will come crawling to you for a rebound. His passion for you is so lackluster that even the esteemed author who wrote about it barely spared a paragraph on your relationship. Has a job but only because his dad owns the land the church is built on. You’ll gain no connections or family by marrying him, since he’s literally your cousin. 0/10

Henry Crawford: There IS such thing as too much fun, and that is never clearer than in this man, who will try to seduce you as a game, freak out when his middling overtures don’t work and then try and seduce you “for really real” this time. You will definitely move up in the world if you marry him, and if you play your cards right it seems like his sister is also just REALLY into you, so see how that goes. Life will be pretty okay until you find him in bed with one (or more, who knows) of your relations. 3/10, 8/10 if you’re into that

John Willoughby: Will be like something out of a romance novel, you’re thinking he’s going to propose and then he just fucking ghosts you and embarrasses the fuck out of you at a party by acting like he doesn’t know you. Somehow marry him (congrats on the inheritance you must have, btw) and get ready to take a backseat to the whims of his aunt for as long as she lives. 1/10, at least you get to live in a nice house.

Edward Ferrars: Oh Edward. He’s a bit of a mess, isn’t he? Super kind, your family loves him, he made a bunch of stupid decisions in his youth that are coming back to bite him in the ass. He is loyal to an absolute fault, but you luck out when his fiance turns out to be a bit of a gold digger and dumps him when his mom disowns him. He doesn’t have a job and neither do you, but his family doesn’t wanna speak to him (lucky you!) and you’ll be happy and poor together if you two can work on your communication skills. 7/10.

Colonel Brandon: He’s got a nice house, the respect of his friends and the community, and he has a LOT of passion. He’ll give your sister’s penniless husband a job, dramatically rescue you from a rainstorm, make sure his dead girlfriend’s daughter is happy and taken care of even after your ex fucks HER over too, and is all around a pretty decent guy. Just. Uh. Maybe, kinda, sorta, needs to go after women his own age and is probably with you because you remind him of his dead girlfriend. 5/10 with the wildly inappropriate age gap, 9/10 without it.

Mr. Wickham: Please don’t. He’s a thirsty bitch who lives for drama and you think he’s fun until you find out he tried to sleep with one teenage girl and is making eyes at your fifteen year old sister behind your back. Marry him (through the grace of mysterious benefactors, cause he ain’t marrying anyone unless he’s paid the right price) and get ready for a life of being surrounded by military men in the north of England while your husband tries to fuck everything that moves. Work that out somehow with him and you might actually be happy. 0/10.

Mr. Bingley: He is a softboi who will do literally anything his friends tell him to do. He is SUPER rich, and marrying him will throw your sister’s into the path of other rich men and he is REALLY into you, but get ready to be sucking up to his sisters for literally the rest of your life. Unless he can ship Miss Bingley off to live with Mrs. Hurst, have fun trying to wage a war of barely concealed insults over the breakfast table every morning, and if you’re marrying Bingley I’m sorry but that is a war you just cannot win. He doesn’t have a job but he does have five thousand a year, and neither of you can manage money. You’ll love simply and deeply and be happy as any two can be. 8/10.

Mr. Collins: Last resort to rescue yourself from a life of being a burden to your parents until they die and then having to become a governess or something. Has a job but never shuts up about his boss. You will have to rearrange everything in your house according to his boss’ will. 2/10

Mr. Darcy: Is a anxious disaster who doesn’t know how to talk to girls at parties and needs to learn how say no to going out when he’s just not feeling it. He doesn’t have a job because he’s a landlord; he owns half of Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year, but turns out that all of that money and land can’t buy tact or charisma. Doesn’t know how to flirt and thinks he’s doing a great job (he’s not). He’ll propose to you out of the fucking blue one day by insulting literally everything about you, but don’t worry! Reading his letter unlocks Darcy 2.0. This patched version gives him humility, a personality, and he WILL gain the ability to rescue your family from utter ruin. Marry him and enjoy a life of luxury and witty ripostes, but beware! You ARE going to have to deal with Lady Catherine until the day she dies, not to mention Caroline Bingley’s barely concealed contempt every time you meet in polite company. Darcy 1.0 3/10, Darcy 2.0 8/10.

Captain Wentworth: Absolutely top tier. Has a job, has earned everything he has, including a fortune and the respect of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. His sister and her husband are practically the only happily older married couple you know, his friends are super fun and nice (even the dour one with all the poetry knows how to have a polite conversation). If you dumped him ten years ago on the advice of your almost comically shitty family yeah, he’s going to hold a grudge, but he WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU and the MOMENT he gets over his pride will do everything and anything in his power (including leaping the bounds of propriety!) to win you back. Based on his love, money, and connections you should RUN, not walk, into his arms TODAY and allow him to rescue you from your family and whisk you off to see the world on his ship, at least until Napoleon busts out of Elba. 12/10

Mr. Eliot: Will lose all your old schoolfriend’s husband’s money in a bad deal, has debts out the ass, might be trying to get with either you or the woman your dad has been flirting with for the last few years, you’re not sure. Is totally ruining the rekindling relationship you’re trying to get going with your far superior ex. He wants the land and title your dad has and will stop at nothing to get it. Marry him and you can move back into your old house (maybe? it’s a little unclear what with all the debts) but have every single cent your mother left you immediately put into some dumbass scheme. 1/10

Henry Tilney: another softboi who just wants to act in the school play while his dad and brother plan to ship him off to military school and berate him for not joining the football team. Bring him shopping with you to pick out dresses, spend long nights over tea chatting about books. Has a job, but again, only because his dad owns the land the church is on. Loves you even though you have some very strange ideas about his house, and will forgive you when he realizes you thought his dad either murdered or imprisoned his mom. If he can find the courage to tell his dad to fuck off and let him live his own life, expect a long, happy marriage of snuggling together in a window seat somewhere, sipping tea and reading. 9/10

John Thorpe: Trash bastard man. Peaked in whatever equivalent of high school he had. Shitty and rude to everyone, would post racist memes on facebook and start fights if he could, all while being shitty and manipulative and CREEPILY possessive of you. -2/10

Robert Martin: A sweet himbo farmer who just wants to love and worship you. He has a job, is pretty rich, and while his connections may not be above his class, he’s an earnest boy who wants to take care of you and be taken care of in turn. Marry him the first time, absolutely do NOT let your friend influence you against him, because who KNOWS if you will get a second proposal! (You will, he likes you THAT much.) Marry him and enjoy a sweet, simple life of exactly zero drama (unless your friend is around). 7/10

Mr. Elton: Trifling gold digging trash who doesn’t know what the word no means. Do not marry, unless you want to be censured by decent, hardworking people -1/10

Frank Churchill: Knows how to have fun, but you know there’s something more going on. He won’t let you see his letters, he sends out secret notes, then he smiles and tells you that everything is totally a okay. Another boy with ANOTHER overbearing aunt, only this one doesn’t know how to say no. Marry him if you’ve got the money, but he will always be longing after the poor girl next door that auntie wouldn’t let him married, and would have cheated on you already if she was into it. 3/10

Mr. Knightly: He’s your brother in law and you’ve known him almost your whole life, so that’s a little sus, but he is also the ONLY person in your entire life who knows how to tell you no (and you really, REALLY need to be told no sometimes.) He is extremely wealthy, but more importantly he’s kind and caring about people who are considered “beneath” him. He will break his weird no dancing rule to dance with your shy friend, he will ream you out for being shitty to unwed spinsters who value your opinion, and somehow has the correct read on everyone all the time. You will gain no connections by marrying him, since the two of you already have the exact same connections anyway, but the two of you should be content in a test of wills that will last a lifetime. You’ll be very happy as long as he doesn’t get super pedantic and start correcting you about everything. 7/10

#jane austen #pride and prejudice #persuasion #sense and sensibility #emma #mansfield park #northanger abbey #mr darcy #captain wentworth

1K notes · View notes

descendantsramblings · 3 years

Text

Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white.

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be.

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors.

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt.

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in.

Still has the beanie, but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple)

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts.

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash.

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid)

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers.

Harry

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it.

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy, he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it.

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys)

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it.

Dizzy

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them)

Auradon Kids

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks, ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest.

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

prep.jpg

Audrey

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it.

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it.

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as)

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it)

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue)

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section)

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit.

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring)

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces.

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

220 notes · View notes